Color; the kind I wish I saw before my feelings were like no other
You took me by the hand and then showed me the door
Maybe, I misinterpreted the way you talked and the looks you gave me
Remember what you said? It went something like this
Color; the tiny little spark I see when you're going to break cover
I look into your eyes, and there's nothing there, so tell me
Was everything it seemed, or was the light hiding what I could see?
Remember what you said? It went something like this
Why can't you recall in your history?
Shades of umber; I'm caught under inky thunder
Your intent to me is a mystery
Just a semblance of true vengeance; heed my entrance