Colin s Morning
And I don’t know what to do
No one knows
But my heart is just for you
You’re so sad
How does it feel to be alone?
I’m not mad
But your heart is like a stone
Tell me please
Can this chaos be worked out?
Does love freeze?
Do you hear me scream and shout?
Colin’s morning is full of rainbow hopes
Colin’s morning has torn my ropes
Colin’s morning promises so much
Colin’s morning recalls his touch
Colin’s morning is paradise
Colin’s morning has opened my eyes
Colin’s morning keeps us warm
Colin’s morning is a quiet storm
There he smokes
He’s been talking to the ghost
And he strokes
My voice from the other coast
Colin’s hands
Reach out for me so fast
Nothing ends
Never look into my past
The sky’s blue
My world is turning into dust
I need you
Need your love, sex and trust
Colin’s morning is platinum and chalk
Colin’s morning calls to have a walk
Colin’s morning is covered with my tears
Colin’s morning chases away all the fears
Colin’s morning has the heavenly gates
Colin’s morning is when nobody hates
Colin’s morning like a black river flows
Colin’s morning, the dewdrops on a rose
There he wakes
His emeralds are young and free
Never fakes
Breathing calmly and so close to me
I can’t hide
From his gold and jade beams
Crucified
With my own hopeless dreams
I can long
His green eyes and pale lips
But I’m strong
Though I feel those dirty creeps
Colin’s morning is an interstellar burst
Colin’s morning reveals all that’s lost
Colin’s morning keeps the magic drugs
Colin’s morning immerses us in hugs
Colin’s morning is amber and milk
Colin’s morning’s wrapped in the mauve silk
Colin’s morning might not be wrong
Colin’s morning is a silver song
There he stays
And I see this diamond’s clean
Perfect grace
Desires raging deep within
In his words
There’s the swiftest flight of a lance
The blued swords
Of his eyelashes left me no chance
Golden haze
Is surrounding us both
Show your blaze
Do we need all this cloth?
Come to me
And you’ll feel no dusty pain
We’ll be free
We are caught in the sapphire rain
It’s my blood
Roaming all over my veins
The green flood
Every minute my wild heart strains
That is all
Colin’s stayed into my hands
The dark hall
Colin’s morning never ends
(dedicated to Colin Greenwood)
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