Colours

Red is the colour of blood when I cut myself,
And I'm bleeding, but that's not a bad thing,
Red is the colour of poppies and sports cars
A strong symbol of liveliness
Red is the colour of the heart that I love you with,
That I draw for you every time I see you,
It's the colour of stickered up items,
You can purchase from most major stores.

I look to the king, float him an outline,
When I realise,
I don't know what gold is.

Blue is the colour of the ink that I'm writing with,
Painting pictures of what I'm perceiving,
Blue is the colour of the planet we live upon!
Even though me, I always thought it was green.
Blue is a colour that people sing songs about,
Wrote three chords about, when they're feeling down,
Look to the sky, don't feel blue
I'm just happy I'm looking at you.

I'm swimming in oceans, I'm scaling the trees,
Effortless it seems,
I know where home is.

No, no, no.

There is a colour that I've never seen before,
My friend's got it inside his mind.
It must be a completely new colour,
Cos, there's not possible way to describe it,
Maybe the colour of the spaces between us,
Or the colour of brand new ideas,
Is the colour that my friend is thinking of,
I've been seeing this colour for years!

I take a deep breath, return to the king,
When I realise,
I know what gold is!

I'm spiralling backwards, through palettes and tones,
The Earth carries them,
We are home.