LYRIC

IN THE PAINTING- 8TH Day- Composed By Shmuli Marcus- Brooklyn

In the painting
Your face in fading
Snow is covering the sign
Young man, don’t dream of your colors in the nighttime.

Flowers run wild, birds sing off key
The time glass fills with tears
A loss of urgency
unfinished something
Everything is dark in the nighttime.

Little pennies rolling home
Babies learn to cry
Kings and queens are dead
But aging stow will never fly
In his eyes I see a time when I was you
Now I’m remembering your style
You don’t believe in nighttime
Oh, nighttime.

In the tracing your heart is racing
Don’t you think of passing time
Hold them
Songs don’t last forever in the nighttime.

Little pennies rolling home
Babies learn to cry
Kings and queens are dead
But aging stow will never fly
In his eyes I see a time when I was you
Now I’m remembering your style
You don’t believe in nighttime
Oh, in the nighttime.

Little pennies rolling home
Babies learn to cry
Kings and queens are dead
But aging stow will never fly
In his eyes I see a time when I was you
Now I’m remembering your style
You don’t believe in nighttime
nighttime.

yotzer ohr uvorey choshech
oseh shalom
u’vorey es hakol
es hakol.