| An impression of time
|
| Honored moments of mine
|
| Whilst the tide is turning
|
| Before the tune has ended
|
| After the day has died
|
| Turn away if you dare not show your face
|
| Turn silently away
|
| All the colours of darkness are there, are there
|
| (See the fool lead your soul in a restless kind of way)
|
| See the fool lead your soul in a restless kind of way
|
| See the fool lead your soul in a restless kind of way
|
| (See the fool lead your soul in a restless kind of way)
|
| The darkness of your feelings, the colour of you
|
| The darkness of your feelings, the colour of you
|
| (The darkness of your feelings, the colour of you)
|
| The darkness of your feelings, the colour of you
|
| The darkness of your feelings, the colour of you
|
| The colour of you, the colours of all of you
|
| THe colours of all of you, the colours of all of you…
|
| See the fool lead your soul in a restless kind of way…
|
| The darkness of your feelings, the colour of you…
|
| All the colours of darkness, all the colours of darkness
|
| Expression, the same
|
| The meaning, the rhyme
|
| Of the seaman who shot his soul from the sky
|
| he needs must be
|
| Who could see theirs?
|
| Angels saw the wild wheel still turn
|
| Spilling questions as it spins
|
| Sliding slowly away
|
| All the colours of darkness are there, are there |