Blue is the colour and the sound
when I chase myself around.
I can’t sit still and I can’t stay down.
So I go another round.
When I hear them call from the deep
I know that the beast is me.
Orange is the sky in the morning
when I wonder if I’ll ever sing again.
Then I find out every night
It’s the only way I fight.
When I hear them call from the deep
I know that the beast is me.
Gray is sound of the quiet
When all I want are fireworks.
To come and blow the night away
When there’s no one left to blame.
When I hear them call from the deep
I know that the beast is me.
When I hear them call from the deep
I know that the beast is me.

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