give me color and give me time
my religion is still alive
although it's sleeping along the way
in the discovery of rich insanes
this world will believe in dust and power
this world will try to last and flowers
will bloom in the air of gentile morning
while we still sleep, while we dream
don't you forget to take all your plans
all the things that you ever tried
when you are on your way to the other side
to dissapointment and endless time
will you forget the distance between your legs
or will you breath inside this deeper home instead?
I would take you here in my shaking hands
but I think it's late and now we cannot lie


