When the ground starts moving beneath their feet, they reach for answers that seem solid, even if they are simplistic.
...Why don’t you like me, why don’t you like me without making me try?...
I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky, I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like.
Gotta be green, gotta be mean, gotta be everything more..
All the nights reflecting in our chance connecting
help me find the meaning in the life I had with you.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map