歌詞
I know the red of sunset when the sea has caught on fire
When the bellies of the clouds are raw and the bird's caught on the wire
I know the green of dark canals, the black of waiting saints
But where's the magic color, inside our box of paints?
Where is light, light divine?
How do I paint the light that makes a spirit shine?
Where is the brush, the oil of day?
Where is the hue so bright you've got to look away?
Where is light, light divine?
Who paints the brown on hollow cheeks when hunger runs too deep
When the bellies of the children burn bright yellow in their sleep?
Who paints the gray on human flesh in silent tenements?
And who will come illuminate our dark Enlightenment?
Where is light, light divine?
How do I paint the light that makes a spirit shine?
Where is the brush, the oil of day?
Where is the hue so bright you've got to look away?
Where is light, light divine?
Who flipped the switch?
Who made the light?
Was the day the chick
Or was the egg the night?
Where is light, light divine?
How do I paint the light that makes a spirit shine?
Where is the brush, the oil of day?
Where is the hue so bright you've got to look away?
Where is light, where is light
Where is light, light divine?
Written by: Jonathan A. Levi, Mel Marvin
