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