Returning At Twilight
Out Of A Suffering Light
As For Naked Fortune
I Can Color My Mind One Last Time

Colors Sweet Surrounding Me
The Power Of Sun, Believe Me
Has Low Importance The Grey In The Streets
I Am Searching For

This Day Wakes Up Unreal
Warning Electro-voices
Giving Mankind The Revelation...
You've Got To Give Back All The Choices
A Liter Of Ink Flows On The Pages
From Mouth To Mouth, To The TVs
"Eat Good, Drink Wine Go For A Run,
Keep Brown... This Is Your Last Sun!"

I Pull Your Colors To Mine
The Fucking Grass Grows In This Side

Sitting On The Wet Grass
Eyes To A Sky Without Stars
As For Naked Fortune
It Seems A Whatever Dawn
Just More Queer

I've Seen A Grey World Dying Out
In The Fiction-like Silence Of My City
Every Person Frightened By My Smile
As In Search Of My Colored World