Sabrina

It's not the red of the dying sun
 The morning sheets surprising stain
 It's not the red of which we bleed
 It's not the red of the dying sun
 The morning sheets surprising stain
 It's not the red of which we bleed
 The red of cabernet sauvignon
 A world of ruby all in vain
 It's not that red
 It's not as golden as Zeus famous shower
 It doesn't come, not at all, from above
 It's in the open but it doesn't get stolen
 It's not that gold
 It's not as golden as memory
 Or the age of the same name
 It's not that gold
 I wish this would be your colour
 I wish this would be your colour
 I wish this would be your colour
 Your colour, I wish
 It is as black as Malevich's Square
 The cold furnace in which we stare
 A high pitch on a future scale
 It is a starless winternight's tale
 It suits you well
 It is that black
 I wish this would be your colour
 I wish this would be your colour
 I wish this would be your colour
 Your colour, I wish