Color Decay

Little like the colors fade away. Right under Blind beginning of decay broad under Blind beginning of decay Little like the flowers of debate stood by me in trials Of moving into place stood by me in trials From gloom to grace. Straight up right now Is so wonderful Way beyond believe and dreams. Your voice is so beautiful. like the voice of quiet spring. Little like the hours castaway. Why wonder Time ain't either here to stay why wonder Time will always pass away Little like the sewers that you made Run blindly through piles Off something disobeyed Run blindly through piles Off disgrace Straight up right now Is so wonderful Way beyond believe and dreams your voice is so beautiful Like the voice of summer breeze.