His hands arise more than the sky
His eyes are gray more than a rainy day
Shines way to be the sharpest mouth is
And the colors, oh, the colors
Will be your surprise
Some people say he's a loser
Others just play in his company
Like actors move around his faces
If he was the one
To befriend the heart thing
Whilst red wine is poured down the stairs
People talk about their own affairs
Lord, he walks like clouds
Smiled and gentle his steps are
And a smile I, oh smile I
Makes it sway and
He gives me his time in a shared symphony for free
Then he walks away from me
To recover from fame and the dead killing me
And the colors, oh, the colors
Will be your surprise
