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, w..
