An open door is calling you To a field of free To a haze of blue To a state of mind Of a deepest sleep From the crucified to a sweet release From a black despair to a love affair In the colour field from the colour field
War is red, peace is blue But to hope for red Is not enough One misguided missiles Clouds for the bible The hand's reaching down controlling your life You get no choice at all When you're asked to decide You'll dig your own grave When you spirit has died
All the doors are locked When a tear is knocked The colour field the colour field
All you need is a piece of mind But even that is hard to find It could be under or upper or On me or down below Rotting you lost all control The dream's gotten cold It's kind of sad Search your soul To the colour field the colour field
