프럼 디 에어포트 - Colors

 

 

 

 

From The Airport - Colors                  Colors       You seem alone, In forgotten lights, Dressed in a suit, In a pool of white, Drifting away, way Staring at the sun, So far away, Drying your garb, In a pool of white, Drifting nowhere, where? Flames born for blinding lights, Climbing up to glowing heights, Whoa, whoa, whoah Look, trace that silver line, Relax now, you can see the shrine, Whoa, whoa, whoah No one to talk, No one to see, Shouting in silence, In a tonguetied rift, Drifting away, way An endless road, A senseless mind, Is that really you? A piece of metal? You have the cards Echoing sounds, Falling all around, A million pieces, Your singing rain, Your dancing rain Remember that, You film engraved, Fax me in color, And it's the reset For the somewhere Flames born for blinding light, Climbing up to glowing heights, Whoa, whoa, whoah Look, trace that silver line, Relax now, you can see the shrine, Whoa, whoa, whoah