Thomas Azier
Color! Color!
When we'll decide to go this way
Roads are not illuminated
We'll dye them in the truth

And all the nights that I replay
Us until this ribbon breaks
Am I getting through

When we'll decide to go this way
Roads are not illuminated
We'll dye them in the truth

And all the nights that I replay
Us until this ribbon breaks
Am I getting through

And give us aqualung so we go deep
Iron necks against my guillotine dreams
Oxygen so we can breathe in space

Give us boots to keep us on the ground
Solid ears to hear the sound of
Our body's merging in the room

Oh I see
Color Colors
Colors Colors
It breaks through the window pane
It's coming in, and it's coming through the frame
Oh I said
Color Colors
Colors Colors
All the things that I have done
I can't keep them from going wrong

Color Colors
Colors Colors
Through the window pane and once again
I can't believe it's coming in
Colors