In the Painting

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 or ubore choshech
ose sholom
u’vore es hakol
es hakol