Letra de Colour Fields
All clear, good Lord Did well to be ignored Your falling temperature like cooling kissesAll through your head A made up water's edge A summer gone on tabling fabled blissesAnd I'd love to see you waving From the far side of the swim Gathered in by a waiting troop of the open-hearted Where colour field meets canvas And the picture breathes you in Where all the stories meant for you have already startedBright girl, dead town Walking tall but blown around The secret chainmail gown of your father's blessingBright girl, dead town Open mouths for miles around I still see you keeping those dough boys guessingAnd I'd love to see you waving From the far side of the swim Gathered in by a waiting troop of the open-hearted Where colour field meets canvas And the picture breathes you in Where all the stories meant for you have already startedBright girl, dead town Bright girl, dead town Bright girl, dead town Open mouths for miles around Bright girl, dead townBright girl, dead town Bright girl, dead town Bright girl, dead town Open mouths for miles around Bright girl, dead town