When The Paint Grows Darker Still Lyrics - Frank Black

I am just a weary singer 

Moving through this world of ills 

Hark the choir of predecessors 

When the paint grows darker still 

Once I found a golden trumpet 

In the mash of an old landfill 

Now I play for the spirits 

When the paint grows darker still 

Winter waited in my garden 

When the sun did refuse to shine 

Honeybees all in a slumber 

Skies filled up the sea 

Falling down on me 

Winter waited in my garden 

When the sun did refuse to shine 

Honeybees are in a slumber 

Skies filled up the sea 

Falling down on me