it's not the red of the dying sun the morning sheet's surprising stain it's not the red of which we bleed the red of cabernet sauvignon a world of ruby all in vain it's not that red, it's not that red it's not that red, it's not that red
it's not as golden as zeus' famous shower it doesn't not at all come from above it's in the open but it doesn't get stolen it's not that gold it's not as golden as memory or the age of the same name it's not that gold, it's not that gold it's not that gold, it's not gold at all
i wish that would be your colour i wish this would be your colour i wish this would be your colour your colour i wish
i wish this would be your colour i wish this would be your colour i wish this would be your colour your colour i wish
it is as black as malevich's square the cold furnace in which we stare a high pitch on a future scale it is a starless winter night's tale it suits you well it is a dead black, it is that black it is that black, it is that black
i wish this would be your colour i wish this would be your colour i wish this would be your colour i wish this would be your colour your colour i wish