I see a blue door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn baby it just happens ev'ryday
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not forsee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my blue door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black
I see a blue door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Hmm, hmm, hmm...
I wanna see it painted black, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun, blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah
Hmm, hmm, hmm...
Am 21.06.2012 06:57, schrieb s w e e t w a t e r ©:
blue windows in the cryptic morning
monuments of hieroglyphs reason the history
of war slavery and violence
what is done in the name of dynasties and vanity
to procure a livelihood of dictators
ruining the quality of a beautiful morning
to rationalize a financial game
of winners and of losers
in the capital of ego
blue doorways into shelters of the sun
to hide the gold and diamonds
stolen from the mouths of children who go hungry
to blame someone else
for the misery created
by a band hooligans and caravans of mystery
how the interest rates determines
the size of a strawberry
blue windows in the morning sun
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn baby it just happens ev'ryday
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not forsee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my blue door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black
I see a blue door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Hmm, hmm, hmm...
I wanna see it painted black, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun, blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah
Hmm, hmm, hmm...
Am 21.06.2012 06:57, schrieb s w e e t w a t e r ©:
blue windows in the cryptic morning
monuments of hieroglyphs reason the history
of war slavery and violence
what is done in the name of dynasties and vanity
to procure a livelihood of dictators
ruining the quality of a beautiful morning
to rationalize a financial game
of winners and of losers
in the capital of ego
blue doorways into shelters of the sun
to hide the gold and diamonds
stolen from the mouths of children who go hungry
to blame someone else
for the misery created
by a band hooligans and caravans of mystery
how the interest rates determines
the size of a strawberry
blue windows in the morning sun