Colorado's dead
And then the sun goes down
Do you that she's still around
Just over some other town?

The flowers in your eyes
Just like a phone that rings
Do you think that it's death disguised
Or a combination of a couple of things?

Lilies in the field
I nearly killed the lamb
With all their colors and lights
And the grass and the beads and the blood on her hands

So when the morning comes
Will we melt in the sun?
Are we part of that infinite light
Or are we just over and done?

Colorado's dеad
Colorado's dead
Colorado's dead