Your colours will show

A fine line and a bitten tongue
To grow up you must die young
Black eyes fed by distant lies
We won't give up for you
Till the passion flower breaks
Our hearts are worn and our minds decay
A fever worse than yesterday
We won't give up for you

It's something we believe
Believe that we won't fall
Some how I have to know that I can do this on my own
If poets lost their voice
The dead will never sleep
The circles is my head draw a line straight back to me

After the calm before the storm
How many times "we won't conform"
You thought about killing the distance
But did you think you'd make any difference?

It's something we believe
Believe that we won't fall
Some how I have to know that I can do this on my own
If poets lost their voice
The dead will never sleep
The circles is my head draw a line straight back to me
You spent your whole life with your head in the clouds
I spent most of my life trying to bury my doubts
I watched the colours burn beneath my feet
As a passion flower tearing down the labels you read

Collet me under your foreign breath
Erase me from the depths of your head
I couldn't have been the man you want me to be
Open up my heart tell me what you see

If poets lost their voice the dead will never sleep
The circles in my head draw a line straight back to me