Colors

I'm laying on a bed beneath a crucifix
Looking at colors that do not exist
Looking at words upon my lips
Listening to birds and my hotel room shift

I feel like lighting a fire
I feel like memories are useless
I'm falling higher
I'm fading, oh, I'm fading fast...

We bury all of our own ashes
In a way, in a word, in a home
We kill all of our friends tonight
When we sleep, we sleep alone

I'm laying on a bed in a New Orleans motel
Or is it an apartment? I'm too far gone to tell
To tell you my story from deep in a well
I cried out to you, in the night...

I feel like burning my papers
When I'm gone I have no use for a name
This is my body buried beneath the pavement
With gold teeth and posed like a saint (like a saint, like a saint, like a saint...)

We make all of our own passions
Out of Prometheus' clay
We terrified our last design
And our vultures ran away



Credits
Writer(s): The Gustav Railway Band
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