Colours Run

Come waterfall, burning skin Evaporates into notin Hard times are [?] Waiting with the season Don't fight the feeling that comes, the cold, the conical drums, the swaying down the hall Falling onto the tiles Lay catching by the sea, Seperation by degrees Three days of easy livin' Hopin' that the tide would come But i, my summer time, The time is done, but i aint leavin Six a.m supermarkets shines And the colours run Somebody cut me down The blood ran on the ground I got them sneakin around technicolour dawn