I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black I see the gods walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they've been painted black With crosses and my love never to turn back Most people turn their heads and quickly look away Like a stillborn baby their all dead anyway
Maybe then I'll fade away and you can face the facts It's not easy really when your whole world is black I look inside myself and see my heart is black I see my red door and it's pattern paint is black No more will my green sea turn a deeper blue I could not foresee this thing happening to you
Most people turn their heads and quickly look away Like a stillborn baby, they're all dead anyway
I want it painted, painted, painted black I want it painted, painted, painted black Black as night, black as white, black, black, black Painted, painted, painted, black, black, black Black, black, black, black, black, black