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
