Teksty:
Colours Run Sand

Walk with me around the bay Sit amid the dunes and play Try to count the grains of sand A universe of dust blows through our hands This is not a simple

't understand Just when is a man gonna act like a man? See I'm married to my pen, like my name is Ayn Rand Time slippin' through my fingers like grains of sand

Black rain falling on me Black rain is all that I see Black rain colours the sand Too fast I don't understand False prophets talking about our life our

and masquerade for ever more gets wilder and wilder excited banderillas coloured knives are flashing for the fight! celebrate take the red carnation carina throw it in the sand

. His forces are never giving yield. [War! They fought for what would be a blood-stained crown. Utter chaos supreme. The sand absords the colour of dawn

from a 727 at night? Now the red roofs are catching the first rays of the morning sun My eyes are full of sand from my midnight run And the captain says

day. Frightened in the silence- frightened, but thinking very hard, let us make computations of the stars. Older, wiser, sadder, blinder, watch us run; faster, longer, harder, stronger, now it comes: colour

someone to light up the way We may run out of time Can you hear what we say? Because heaven is so far away Although time is getting short There's still some sand

a book She finished it years ago She's tearing up paper She's tearing up life But she only starts thinking When her blood is brown Gold is the colour