Come in ev´ry extrem
and I paint my horse green
the pain in my head
is the pain on the stream
and the bottles of bott-wine
size before
as the man go down
they do what they saw
I think, I know what it means
Fly, fly, fly
and don´t come down on the ground
where the sticks fall
fly, fly
don´t you ever come down
pink was the color of my little hair
as I watched the sinking sun
and the nights got old
but the aren´t still shine
I can jesus all enough (???)
And now the time has come
and the colors can´t try
and now the time has come
As I sit here
and time got older
WE ARE LOST IN OUR DREAMS
and a boy and a grandma do it on the roof
and I
I PAINT MY HORSE GREEN
I PAINT MY HORSE GREEN
I PAINT MY HORSE GREEN
I PAINT MY HORSE GREEN
I SHOULD LEAVE IT BLACK
