A DROP OF COLOUR

Confusion rules this shifting age

And uproar fills the town

My thoughts of you are drowning in the noise

How could you know?

Why should you know me?

You gently nourish my dry skin

A drop of colour saves me from

The fate I'm facing everyday

A single bloom piercing the snowdrift

How softly, the springtime breezes sing

How deeply, the distant mountain breathe

There are so many things to show to you

Oh why does hate bring forth more hate?

A long abandoned fruit

is hastening the process of decay

This country's starved, it's void of feeling

How softly, the springtime breezes sing

How deeply, the distant mountain breathe

There are so many things to show to you

How softly, the springtime breezes sing

How deeply, the distant mountain breathe

There are so many things to show to you

One of these days

A breezes sing

How deeply, the distant mountain breathe

There are so many things...

To show to you

To show to you.