Colorado's dead
And then the sun goes down
do you think that she still around?
Just over some other town?
The flowers in your eyes
Just like a phone that rings
Do you think that it's death disguised?
Or a combination of a couple of things?
The lilies in the field
They Nearly killed the lamb
With all their colors and lights
And the grass and the beads and the blood on her hands
So when the morning comes
Will we melt in the sun?
Are we part of that infinite light?
Or are we just really over and done?
Colorado's dead...
