No More Colours - Secrets Of The Moon
I was given just one life
One heart
One soul
Two hands
One hand to paint on canvas
One hand to stroke the skull
I was given just one chance
To find the absent pieces
To clutch the blistering myriads of wounds
I was given just two hands
To turn the heavens upside down
These are mountain summits to defeat
There is an end of joy
Joy joy
Once the end leaps like a flame
She gave me all that I promised to protect
Here is the rood here is the rose
Here are the stones that hit you
From this day the clock hand is the scythe
And it cuts the mirth
The singing and the light
There is an end of joy
Joy joy
Once the end
Leaps like a flame
Flame
Draw
Black charcoal
Scythe
It cuts the mirth
The singing and the light
Draw
Draw
Black charcoal
Scythe
Scythe
No colours will ever reach the sky
I was not able to speak
When my word was born
So I painted in colours
Until the colours were gone
I was not able to speak
When my word was born
So I painted in colours
Until the colours were gone
I was not able to speak
When my word was born
So I painted in colours
Until the colours were gone
I was not able to speak
When my word was born
So I painted in colours
Until the colours were gone
I was not able to speak
When my word was born
So I painted in colours
Until the colours were gone
I was not able to speak
When my word was born
So I painted in colours
Until the colours were gone
I was not able to speak
When my word was born
So I painted in colours
Until the colours were gone
I was not able to speak
When my word was born
So I painted in colours
Until the colours were gone