Brazil

BRASIL

Stitch up that old coat

And the tear’s repaired

But how do you mend a hole in a glow

I don’t know

Heal a broken bone

And the structure returns

But how do you mend an aura

Who knows

Fifty-five trombones

Six thousand trumpets

Ninety-seven saxophones

Never blown

Fish jumps up and twists

Winks one quick time then

Twists again and starts to fall

I wouldn’t mind

Borrowing the sunshine

I’d bottle up

The rays and I’d make ‘em mine

And over time

Maybe I’d be bright again

And maybe then

I could help a blurry friend

My imagination is a long drive

My imagination is a pain sometimes

My imagination is a strange rhyme

It’s the only thing that’s mine

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Lyrics submitted by Narollah.