Technicolour In Your Eyes
When the wind blows, flowers bloom.
Reject your imminent doom, and skip the day away.
You know your dreams are right on track.
We want our freedom back.
Technicolour in your eyes, laser beam into the sky.
Until the day burns away...
Lovely head, full of noise.
This is only for broken toys, and set your heart a blaze.
I've got time, you've got my back.
Steal the sound, til' the moon goes black.
steal the sound..
ReplyDeletehow profound.
lovely words. keep it up.
Thank you very much!!
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