No More Colours

No More Colours - Secrets Of The Moon

I was given just one life

One heart

One soul

Two hands

One hand to paint on canvas

One hand to stroke the skull

I was given just one chance

To find the absent pieces

To clutch the blistering myriads of wounds

I was given just two hands

To turn the heavens upside down

These are mountain summits to defeat

There is an end of joy

Joy joy

Once the end leaps like a flame

She gave me all that I promised to protect

Here is the rood here is the rose

Here are the stones that hit you

From this day the clock hand is the scythe

And it cuts the mirth

The singing and the light

There is an end of joy

Joy joy

Once the end

Leaps like a flame

Flame

Draw

Black charcoal

Scythe

It cuts the mirth

The singing and the light

Draw

Draw

Black charcoal

Scythe

Scythe

No colours will ever reach the sky

I was not able to speak

When my word was born

So I painted in colours

Until the colours were gone

I was not able to speak

When my word was born

So I painted in colours

Until the colours were gone

I was not able to speak

When my word was born

So I painted in colours

Until the colours were gone

I was not able to speak

When my word was born

So I painted in colours

Until the colours were gone

I was not able to speak

When my word was born

So I painted in colours

Until the colours were gone

I was not able to speak

When my word was born

So I painted in colours

Until the colours were gone

I was not able to speak

When my word was born

So I painted in colours

Until the colours were gone

I was not able to speak

When my word was born

So I painted in colours

Until the colours were gone