Crimson Blues

Favour the lines a thousand times by not mixing the hues
The weight of the crime is filtered by the colours that we use
You see a world of ups and downs
We see a shade of greys or browns
Define ourselves in crimsons, tangerines and blues

Words never prove
The things that we do
We'll take this to the grave

So deep into a tunnel of make believe
No one left to determine where it could be

All the dye
All the dye is gone
Overnight
All the dye is gone
And we were so far off the line
And we had tried to make it right
And we had tried to paint in crimsons, tangerines and blues

Words never prove
The things that we do
We'll take this to the grave
The stains that we've shown
In vain we make known
How can we now be saved

So deep into a tunnel of make believe
No one left to determine where it could be
No sense wasting the colour we use to scream
Silence is the wrong toner for this machine

See the world come surround
When the colours come around
See the world come surround
When the colours come around
See the world come surround
When the colours come around
See the world come surround
With the colours coming down now

Words never prove
The things that we do
We'll take this to the grave
The stains that we've shown
In vain we make known
How can we now be saved

So deep into a tunnel of make believe
No one left to determine where it could be
No sense wasting the colour we use to scream
Silence is the wrong toner for this machine

You've seen my hands
So see this and
Get up out of the ground