Blind Pilot - The Colored Night Lyrics
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The Colored Night
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What Are The Lyrics For The Colored Night By Blind Pilot?
I was in between, I was an offering
I was a burning branch Close to feeling tall, almost a free fall I was made of chance And when the colors bleed, mix up my memories When I write it new I'll just be a sound you heard, I'll be a foreign word That's meaning your type of blue, and I'll leave that here with you Oh our lines will blur but you've got a face like no other I'll keep it where I see things right Oh a darkness comes, but you've got a way like no other one I'll keep it where my black keeps light Make me a mirror of all that I cannot love Let me hold the cast Of my favorite years, the truth how they gave me here And let that be last, let that be my last Oh our lines will blur but you've got a face like no other I'll keep it where I see things right Oh a darkness comes, but you've got a way like no other one I'll keep it where my black keeps light In a darkness I do not know If it takes me, I'll feel you glow In a darkness I do not know Oh our lines will blur but you've got a face like no other I'll keep it where I see things right Oh a darkness comes, but you've got a way like no other one I'll keep it where my black keeps light |
Who Wrote The Colored Night By Blind Pilot?
Aaron Nebeker
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What's The Duration Of The The Colored Night By Blind Pilot?The duration of The Colored Night is 3:56 minutes and seconds. |
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