NEW FLAVOR FOLEY SONG JUST DROPPED HELL YEAH! Lyrics: Peeled the paint off of my fingers, Picked up all the patterns, Let them fall away. Used to leave it 'til my skin hurt, But I don't need that feeling anymore. The blinding white . . . Of freshly mounted linen All the love, and life, that just needs definition! And I . . . Only took it where I wanted, never where I needed. Never room to change. It's . . . different now, The way the colors shine through, but Is the promise of tomorrow ever truly absolute? If I take the hues and combine into something new, Could it reach you too? So trace this line across the scene! And we can see (How the colors bleed) How it could be (We can make believe) My calloused fingers, Pick and place the pieces . . . Once beneath My feet! I count the ladybugs that land upon my cheek! So stay with me (Take a fantasy) My lucky piece (To reality) And send a sketch of fairer fortune out upon the Passing breeze! Picked a clover from the meadow, Pressed it in my journal, For a rainy day. I just want to follow in your footsteps, But I don't even know yet What it's like to say: "I'm more than this, I'm not a perfect person, I will sing and dance, and love without a purpose!" But I . . . Try to get a little closer, With every single brushstroke Running off the page. It's . . . different now, The way the colors shine through, I, Used to linger, Waiting hopelessly, For something I could prove. But the wonder wasn't something that I could choose. And you knew that too, Didn't you? Is it . . . different how, The things you left behind you all, Seem to shimmer in the light, From a different point of view? If I falter, and I turn my sight around, Would it sparkle too? So trace this line across the scene! And we can see (How the colors bleed) How it could be (We can make believe) My calloused fingers, Pick and place the pieces . . . Once beneath My feet! I count the ladybugs that land upon my cheek! So stay with me (Take a fantasy) My lucky piece (To reality) And send a sketch of fairer fortune out upon the Passing breeze! Between the verdant touch of green, The dappled sunlight Cast's a crown on me! And though I trip and fall, I'll face the all, and, Breath . . . It into me . . . Daydream! I'll weave it in a wreath! The clouds, The sky, and Every sprout and seed! In colors of acrylic, To mix them on my palette! The gallery of life yet lived is- Left a corner of the canvas, Willfully unfinished, Sketches on a page. So you can join in creation, Knowing you can make it, If I walk away. The brush, The paint, It's all in its position. All the love, And life, That just needs definition . . . Will you . . . Take it with you when it's over? Lucky Little Clover.
Clover by Flavor Foley - Ft. Chis-A Click flag then backround to start the song.
