Gm Bb
It's not the red of the dying sun
F Gm
The morning sheets' surprising stain
Gm Bb F Gm
It's not the red of which we bleed
Gm Bb
The red of cabernet savignon
F Gm
A world of ruin all in vain
Gm
It's not that red
Bb
It's not that red
F
It's not that red
Gm
It's not that red
It's not as golden as Zeus's famous shower
It's doesn't, not at all, come from above
It's in the open but it doesn't get stolen
It's not that gold
It's not as golden as memory
Or the age of the same name
It's not that gold
It's not that gold
It's not that gold
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It's not gold at all
Gm Bb
I wish that would be your color
F Gm
I wish this would be your color
Gm Bb
I wish this would be your color
F Gm
Your color, I wish
It is as black as Malevich's square
The cold furnace in which we stare
A high pitch on a future scale
It is a starless winter night's tale
It suits you well
It is that black
It is that black
It is that black
It is that black
I wish this would be your color
I wish this would be your color
I wish this would be your color
...
Your color, I wish
