Xtha - Chromatica
Song by: xXtha
Original by: xXtha
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 minded and sewn
Everyday's a little longer
When you're all alone
And the mood turned around with the sky raining down
All the colors of emotion where I happily drown and
Red turned to hate
And purple the negates
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 you set out to make
Everyday's a little longer
When you're courage breaks
Take me away show me a better place
I found myself drifting through space
The stars talk to me everyday
Telling me all the things you create
I saw a kaleidoscope
You felt regret and pain
I have seen the stories of a lifetime
And I want you to feel the same
And the mood turned around with the sky raining down
All the colors of emotion where I happily drown and
Red turned to hate
And purple the negates
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 colors of emotion where I happily drown and
Red turned to hate
And purple the negates
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 the pages of white
Spinning tapestries of imagery
We spun our mind and
Art makes me fly with creative pride and
Without the paint and colors
I would burn out and die
