souvenir

red is the color i wear when it's late, and my doors knocked on 'round 8, grey is the color i wear when its cold, i don't mind shaking, it keeps me awake, ahhhh red is the shade that i wear when i run, through misty mountains just chasing the sun, blue is the color and pale is the hue, when i start thinking of you, you. oh when i feel like i'm drifting, i close my eyes and i'm sitting, on that soft sand, slipping right through my hands, any time of the day i start floating away, looking at the sky, there were meteors exploding high, high, on that soft sand, slipping right through my hands, remember, green is the color that sprouts up in june, put it in paper and burn away blues, pink is the shade of the heart that i gave, you as a souvenir from our escape, ahhhh, oh when i feel like i'm drifting, i close my eyes and i'm sitting, on that soft sand, slipping right through my hands, any time of the day i start floating away, looking at the sky, there were meteors exploding high, high, on that soft sand, slipping right through my hands, remember, i'm leaving samsara, i'm leaving samsara, i'm leaving samsara