Chromatica Lyrics

Everyday is more of the same thing

Tossed aside like unfinished art

Guarantee your heart is a plaything

Waiting to tear apart

Draw a line and wait for the ending

Unintended, mended and sewn

Everyday's a little longer when you're all alone

And the mood turned around with the sky raining down

All the colours of emotions, where I happily drowned and

Red turned to hate, and purple negates

The never ending sorrow of the navy blue paint and

The green gave a smile, so bright-eyed and wild and

Tangled up beside yellow, with love and with wile

And orange told a lie, so cunning and sly and

The vials were depleted with a lot more to try

Every tale requires an ending

Not quite sure what happened to mine

No more need to keep on pretending

I'm not a special guy

Need a hand to keep on defending

All the worlds set out to make

Everyday's a little a little longer

When your courage breaks

Take me away, show me a better place

I found myself drifting through space

The stars talk to me every day

Telling me all the things you create

I saw a kaleidoscope

You felt regret and pain

I've seen the stories of a lifetime

And I want to feel the same

And the mood turned around with the sky raining down

All the colours of emotions, where I happily drowned and

Red turned to hate, and purple negates

The never ending sorrow of the navy blue paint and

The green gave a smile, so bright-eyed and wild and

Tangled up beside yellow, with love and with wile

And orange told a lie, so cunning and sly and

The vials were depleted with a lot more to try

And the mood turned around with the sky raining down

All the colours of emotions, where I happily drowned and

Red turned to hate, and purple negates

The never ending sorrow of the navy blue paint and

The green gave a smile, so bright-eyed and wild and

Tangled up beside yellow, with love and with wile

And orange told a lie, so cunning and sly and

The vials were depleted with a lot more to try

And the song played a sound so vibrant and loud

All the style went out of fashion as we danced through the crowd and

Well spent was praise in cheerful amaze

Staring at the final product that we worked on for days and

The words scattered bright on pages of white

Spinning tapestries of imagery we spun in our mind and

Art makes me fly with creative pride

And without the paint and colours I would burn out and die.