There’s nothing new around the sun Everything you think of has been done; All been done before your time; Sometime or another By someone and his brother, yeah...
From the poison comes the flower Butterfly for just an hour; But it burns ecstatic fire, The kind of life we all desire.. Desire...fire....
White is the colour of night When there's nobody there, And you sit in your chair, Getting drunk on despair.
Red is the colour it's said That can drive you insane With pleasure or pain... It depends on your head.
Brown is the colour of skin That I'd like to be in, 'Cause it doesn't feel right To be coloured so white.
Blue is the colour of sky And I won't even try To explain how or why, I’ll just show you the sky Just show you the sky