Letras:
Colours Run

the same Far away from the land of our birth We fly a flag in some foreign earth We sailed away like our fathers before These colours don't run, from

Its so egregious so conspicuously wrong seven thousand people vilified and killed by the means of western hypocrisy. The double standard of the ways

The factories still churning out Of that there's not a single doubt There's more snide shit from their flea pits They couldn't give a fucking shit. It

We step out into the decadent decay To stir the languor of our love And when we kiss, you turn your tired eyes away Trapped in the mirror hung above

Morning drowned you in the silence Washed up on a traffic island On my shoulder Sighing I'm so tired And the thing that hurts you is the beauty To be

Monday alarm dragged me out Of the sweetest vision I saw the end of the chase And I was so calm, with no fear No indecision Writ in the lines upon my

We'll move in together And share our wonder Honey, don't mind the cracks and rust I'm dying inside you But you scream faster Could you fend off the looming

When we lost the human race All our brains got replaced And these robots never laugh At my jokes So take me back, before the war And take these things

Put on our coats and walked into the snow Opened the door, the car The car was cold On the frozen road Animals in headlights stood amazed Seemed