Passing through the long tunnel Before me were colors I've never seen Normally I go straight to green, Yes, so many of my favorites Rather than other scenes.
And then those sweet-sweets In need of gin with lime has green and gone And then those sweet-sweets Need their colors kind and green and grown
Inside the paintbox cover that was never opened was Fresh purple hue Open the lid and on the palette I can't describe this feeling. Can this really, draw pictures?
And then those sweet-sweets In need of gin with lime has green and gone And then those sweet-sweets Need their colors kind and green and grown
Don't you worry of sayin' "I won't be happy, no way" It worries all Don't you worry of sayin' "I won't even help me wait" Really now Take me back and teach me so When we might have been in soul If your guide didn't set me straight Now where'd I'd be
And then those sweet-sweets In need of gin with lime has green and gone And then those sweet-sweets Need their colors kind and green and grown
And then those sweet-sweets In need of gin with lime has green and gone And then those sweet-sweets Need their colors kind and green and grown
Don't you worry of sayin' "I won't be happy, no way" It worries all Don't you worry of sayin' "I won't even help me wait" Really now Sleeping subtly the colors Full of possibility To become a vivid picture instead of green.
