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...
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