Paroles de Colour Blind
He knew the secretsHe knew how to cry
But we didn't ask him if he wanted to die
Secret impulses
Quivering sexual spasms
Only the intense can dance without moving
Naked cold heart
Open only to darkness
Blackness is light
when you're shut off from sunlight
I am not haunted by the age of indecision
calling me back from the past
calling me to leave the other men
His creative blood was warm
White man cut with ice
Only that can tell you the colour of Christ
He died upon the flaming cross
the link is forever lost.
Quivering sexual spasms
Only the intense can dance without moving
Naked cold heart
Open only to darkness
Blackness is light
when you're shut off from sunlight
I am not haunted by the age of indecision
calling me back from the past
calling me to leave the other men
His creative blood was warm
White man cut with ice
Only that can tell you the colour of Christ
He died upon the flaming cross
the link is forever lost.
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