It's not the red of the dying sun

The morning sheets surprising stain

It's not the red of which we bleed



The red of cabernet sauvignon

A world of ruby all in vain



It's not that red



It's not as golden as Zeus famous shower

It doesn't come, not at all, from above

It's in the open but it doesn't get stolen

It's not that goldIt's not as golden as memory

Or the age of the same name



It's not that gold



I wish this would be your colour

I wish this would be your colour

I wish this would be your colour

Your colour, I wish



It is as black as malevitch's square

The cold furnace in which we stare

A high pitch on a future scale

It is a starless winternight's taleIt suits you well



It is that black



I wish this would be your colour

I wish this would be your colour

I wish this would be your colour

Your colour, I wish