An old song from the archives. I've never shared it anywhere else--at all. Not a roommate. Not my mom. Just you now.
I will be working on this and a bunch of older songs in the coming weeks and months. They might change a lot: Steemit is the first place I've ever shared songs "in process." It's fun to have you in the process.
Colour Comes Again
Colour seeps in to these waves of black and grey
Golden, liquid sunshine from the depths of ancient May
A dark, dark place with a dark, dark past
Flooded out by honeyed light and tinted pretty glass
The blood of my bones knows
The blood of my bones knows
The blood of my bones knows
That colour comes again
Their faces all a shade of sad they were never meant to own
These parts have long awaited crimson sky to break their hidden stone
Morning fills the wasteland with a sleepy yellow sigh
The heaviness and charm of glory on the dew and in the sky
The blood of my bones knows
The blood of my bones knows
The blood of my bones knows
That colour comes again
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