Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Colors, artist - Silver Apples. Album song Clinging to a Dream, in the genre
Date of issue: 01.09.2016
Song language: English
Colors |
The last wash of ink in the skies still lingered |
And the smells of evening had already arrived |
Night has a different smell than day |
And this in between time is sometimes confusing |
The orange of wood burning came from the new sun direction |
And I followed it |
Keeping watch for danger from the sky |
The orange of wood grew stronger and stronger |
There was a clearing and a cabin with a door |
The green of water and the grey of lemon |
And the red and brown of something cooking |
Came from a crack at the base of the door |
It was too low for me to see inside |
But I can hear the sound of metal clinging |
I’m not afraid |
Though I know I should be |
I just don’t care anymore |
Back toward the forest |
The blue of night was pushing at evenings pink |
And was winning as it always did |
I sensed the yellow grey of my cousins |
Who were watching me from a distance |
Grey purple of dirt |
And under grounders forcing their way along |
In their own darkness |
The red brown orange is very strong now |
And comes through a crack in the door |
In torturous ways |
And the waves are like heavy magnetised air |
With hypnotic song |
That coursed through the emptiness |
And chased away all reasoning |
I’m pushed against the crack and it gives |
Now red, brown, orange, green, grey are almost solid |
And engulf my senses like swimming in a warm pond in daylight |
And blue, grey, green, yellow, purple are completely gone |
And I’m lost in another world |
I’m not afraid |
Though I know I should be |
I just don’t care anymore |
I just don’t care anymore |