I woke up early this morning when the columns of night went pale white The shades of faith disappeared and the sky above you were no longer blue
When did our moon cease to bleed When shall the colours be freed To bring back our gold and to bring back the red of the sun To bring back our gold and to bring back the red of the sun The red of the morning sun
One part of crystal oxygen Two parts of glycerine Three parts of cold spring water To bring back the four river daughters Five steps out of the black room With six six six of gloom, leaving Seven sea shells on the shore Whisper eight nine ten and i wanna hear more
I looked through the prism when colour went away and faded into grey And the sun was still shining in the morning but pale white, so white Is this all we get? Is this all there is?
