You say you only want to talk, that’s fine with me.
Talk is cheap and everything you say is free.
You offer me your soul as some kind of redemption.
It’s as cheap as the words you speak, sad salvation.
Can you look me in the eye as you spin your web of lies?
Does the sun still glow bright in the sky?
Can you deliver your miracles to the people in need?
Can you cure my heart from this terminal disease?
Black is a nice shade of white, if you don’t mind.
Any colour is all right if you want to hide...
Any colour is nice to a man who can’t see...
Any colour you choose is fine by me...