Dusty Rainbow

That evening, as the boy was
climbing into bed, a sadness came
over him. His mother studied his face
as she pulled the blankets up under
his chin. She went to his record player,
pressed the button, and a light came
on. The turntable began to spin, and
she lowered the needle.

Once again you're sad and, it's good
You should really see what it, is like to hurt
Once you start suffering, enjoy
In the dust you'll start to see, the colors
It's the sound we hear we make that helps
us feel alright
So let the rainbow rise out of the dust

The boy listened carefully.
He closed his eyes,
settling into his pillows and blankets.
He closed his eyes, and imagined a path.

Boy you'll find out you should ache, a lot
Going through life not living, is worst
It's the sound we hear we make that helps
us feel alright
So let the rainbow rise out of the ...
So let the rainbow rise out of the dust



Credits
Writer(s): Jean-christophe Michael Le Saout, Charlotte Savary
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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