COLORS OF THE SUN - Jackson Browne

    Colors of the sun
    Flashing on the water top
    Echo on the land

    Picking for a coin
    Many other tiny worlds
    Singing past my hand

    Awake to understand you are not dreaming
    It is not seaming just to be this way
    Dying men draw numbers in the air
    Dream to conquer little bits of time
    Scuffle with the crowd to get their share
    And fall behind their little bits of time

    Voices in the air
    Sympathetic harmony
    Coming from the trees

    Hanging at my door
    Many shiny surfaces
    Clinging in the breeze

    Oh, leave me where I am I am not losing
    If I am choosing not to plan my life
    Disillusioned savior search the sky
    Wanting to just to show someone the way
    Asking all the people passing by
    Doesn't anybody walk away

    I say goodbye to Joseph and Maria
    They think I see another sky
    And from my fallen window I still see them
    I'll never free them from the sky


    Marco Giunco
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