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Everything is running out
It's all in short supply
Life is like a speeding train
Screaming as it thunders by

It'll never pass through here again
The tracks are rusting 'neath the weeds
And you're standing on the platform
Watching the Colours bleed


I swear there used to be more stars
In the night's black sequined dress
I swear there used to be more warmth
In the summer wind's caress

Now its touch is false and fleeting
Like a lover's who is leaving
The dead dream of a frozen seed
Watching the Colours bleed


I've tried, you know, I've tried
To stem the bloody tide
I tore a torniquet out of my skin


I cupped my desperate hand up to the masterpiece's wound
But time is running out
Nothing in the world
Can hold it in


And if I was a master painter
My dream would make the canvas whole
I'd saturate the fading light through
The stained glass windows of my soul

The patient breath of restoration -
The breath of life in imitation -
The holy word, the artist's creed
In thought, and word, and deed
Don't let the Colours bleed
Don't let the Colours bleed
Don't let the Colours bleed

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from Night of a Thousand Crimes, released February 12, 2014

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JB Newman & The Black Letter Band bring you a shot of Haunting, Bluesy Rock'n'Roll with a surreal poetic twist. 'Like a roadhouse band from a Lynch movie'.

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