My mind is a warrior, My heart is a foreigner, My eyes are the colour of red like the sunset, Never keep it bottled up, Left to the hands of the foreigner
to kick it Through the streets of london like a football And that means trouble The brain of britain has no wizard of oz Pulling the protein strings
who thought cause he was dipped in powder blue that he could rock past-el Got your hip-hop essence out of the Cross Colours catalog with analog technology
video to soothe me It's better colour than the real thing! I relax to a three d porno movie Hey does anyone remember what ever happened to string? I'
goblet of shining amber Then nectar and brandy, wine and mead come flowing from shimmering springs They all menuet to a string quartet and the Marquis
all the colours away Can't put it back together again They're taking all the colours away We'll stay this way forever yeah They're taking all the colours
the colours there To gather you up Now, we're left here To get on with our things Writing it down And working with wood and strings And all the colours
I know you through and through Saw you kiss the flowers For hours and hours Saw you colour the flowers For hours and hours You and all the ones I've
seeds of autumn streak the purple sky miles of amber raindrops stretch between our hands just then, just then my heart lept high beautiful colours danced
loins of my father Before that I swam in the oceans of nowhere Where the fish are as fine as the colour of colours Where waves are the message of centuries
terrific) Yes they all come from out of the sky you know I'm waiting for the dove that never came home I'm waiting for the painter when his colours
Set my heart strings strummin' Resonate in me Stars burst diamond sockets Sounding of the sea Songbird on my shoulder Peaceful when I sleep Be with me
C d c2 At the other end of the telescope *** verse 2: There was a time not long ago c2 g d g I dreamt that the world was flat em d And all the colours
, better change your head Listen, or there's nothing we can do Listen to the one who will change your world You're the face upon a playing card A coloured
kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with string These are a few of my favourite things Cream coloured
me in a rage of rainbow violence Till my bare nerves, they sing Like the strings of a violin And the room seeps into a savage silence Soaked in colours
as you enjoy Programmed to go for only one thing Gold medals hanging on a string The need for sport is driven by passion United all over in colours and