歌词
Remove my daylight
Where sculptures wheeze
Transforming pixels to a green and black freeze
Sat in my black chair where all my world melts down
Drain the colour from my screen
You have beckoned me
Drain the surface of my soul
You have me
Contain your fears
In a fragile grasp
Walk along the carpet, like to see her last
Sculpture in green and black before she melts down
I cannot do a thing for this
I cannot wish for a system fix
But if I could change the colours of my life
They're yours and not in black and white
Drain the colour from my screen
You have beckoned me
Drain the surface of my soul
You have me
Drain the colour from my screen
You have beckoned me
Drain the surface of my soul
You have me
Drain the colour from my screen
You have beckoned me
Drain the surface of my soul
You have me
Drain, drain, drain, drain
Written by: Bruce Soord
