Technicolor

Technicolor

 

I mix my blood with the water and watch it turn around

A siren high in the sky that helps hold me down

Banged with wire and a wound that’s too long, turn around

There’s the red bud in the valley under the dark trees

Don’t forget to come

 

When it comes to Technicolor we’ll get it on

A red hot lady with a gun shot wound in her head

Give me that angel who’s neck deep in hell

I used to want it, I used to love it dead

Another movie that’s just a still in the middle of the night

 

I don’t care if I’ve forgotten the autumn

It doesn’t matter anyway if you don’t speak softly

Take my eyes and look over my shoulder

Give me another drink and lets get it going

 

I’ve got a shadow over my solar system

A beautifully drawn liquor velvet stream

A very pretty one with time out too

I’m leaving prints in the air for you

Jump around and tell me what you’re gonna do

 

When it comes to Technicolor we’ll get it on

White hot lava and a cell phone

The freeway’s right outside my window

Raw power screaming at your mind through headlights

What can you stop to make the wind blow

 

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