Brown and white. They remind me of one night.
The sky is empty, with no starlight.
You came, and make it bright.
Some find me blue,
some find me grey.
Only those who see me through,
find a color no one can display.
You don't need any effort,
to find red in blood,
or green in the grass.
But what's special to you is to find pink in the sun,
and turquoise in stones.
In my sleep, dreams are yellow,
and the road is orange.
It was just a simple hello,
but my cheeks suddenly went strange.
The next song is fuschia.
Pray the notes of the violet.
Feed the Gods Ambrosia.
And drinks the champagne of Cloudlet.
Remember the song of crimson,
the shriek of black,
and the whisper of grey.
The pale look of poison,
the golden Goddess' back,
and the amber of prey.
Worry is dark blue,
thank is pink,
happiness is folly,
money is taupe.
Insanity covers calamity.
Rufors mold the drained blood.
Fawn, and beige, and dark brown.
Amaranth, and feldgrau, and myrtle.
Taste the melon and the honeydew.
Touch magenta, and feel the rain shower.
Lick magic mint, and listen to the silent brow.
Dance the mustard rhapsody, tickle the indigo's ribs.