As I reach out my hands to you The one who reaches out for me I can feel confidence And I can feel your strength As I stretch out my arms to you The
the spray paint can Michelangelo's soul controls your hand Then serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow fills your head Crescendo of colours
've rose in the hierarchy Hose in the fire escape, world wide Connected by hands that wave Double edged-sharp Take part and start the flow of the colour red
now I know that I'm needed for the symphony I associate love with red The colour of my heart when she's dead Red in my mind when the jealousy flies Red
comes Blazing sword In, in burning hand ''Lo, I am become death The destroyer of worlds'' His hands are backed up They're straining at his neck What colour
Brotherhood and the Inter City Crew fill their pockets up with calling cards and paint their faces red, white and blue Then they go out seeking different coloured
's dance put on your red shoes and dance the blues Let's dance to the song they're playin' on the radio Let's sway while colour lights up your face Let
set my hand upon the flower; It changes colour making me feel like God. My hands are bound in red My hands are bound in red All I see is green
I'm the scourage of my self made walls dreams of hope come up and let me fall again even deeper into the band of pain, steel colours my skin deep red
orbiting your face. You can do all this while she?s out of the room, when you?re supposed to be pushing blocks around Squares coloured red, yellow
Laughing into the fire Is it always like this? Flesh and blood and the first kiss The first colours The first kiss We writhed under a red light Voodoo
) Let's dance, put on your red shoes and dance the blues Let's dance, to the song they're playin' on the radio Let's sway, while colour lights up your
a loss for words. Is that me now in your arms? We cradle together and fall down on our knees. The heart that beats is yours inside me. Red is love. Black
comes Blazing sword in burning hand "Lo, I am become death The destroyer of worlds" His hands are backed up They're straining at his neck What colour
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
And whisper to her womb "Greatbloodgreatsilencemymothermysisteryofall nothingmaygraspTheenoonemaygraspThee letmeholdtheenowOhcomeohcomeatlast TheInmostLight" OhGod I trail my hands up to my eyes Up to my eyes up to my eyes up
blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue. Suit and tie comes up to me His face red like a rose on a thorn bush Like all the colours of a royal flush
