I see the red withdraw behind the green. On the night sky stars fade into clouds. Blacker than night - colder than blue. I walk the streets in town of vanity. The storm is rising; color my sky. I wait for its rage; eyes open wide. From the town of gray to forest of green. Color my sky. The storm is rising; color my sky. I stare at its rage' eyes open wide. From the soil of gray to snow of white. From ashes of gray to sun of red. Color of my sky.