Nothing I can do could ever bring those feelings back.
I've taken everything, my body is a bloated sack.
The days behind me start rolling into months.
Is time running out?
My head feels too heavy.
My legs feel too weak.
All I can do now is sleep.
Everything is empty now, the things I knew are gone.
Darkness lays dormant now where colour once shone.
I compromise my conscience just to get me through the day.
Is this my reward?
And I'm going on journeys.
I'm exhausting my muse.
I'm taking from everything to see what I can use.
If I found a brand new colour, something no one had ever seen.
I dug it up right there in my garden.
That would be the greatest thing.
Nothing I can do could ever bring those feelings back.
I've taken everything, my body is a bloated sack.
The days behind me start rolling into months.
Is time running out?
And faced with having to have and then lose.
I'd choose never to have had.
If I found a brand new colour, something no one had ever seen.
I dug it up right there in my garden.
That would be the greatest thing.
I only want to speak to you.
I only want to let you know.
But time and again my feelings never seem to show.
If I found a brand new colour, something no one had ever seen.
I dug it up right there in my garden.
And that would be the greatest thing.
Time and again.
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