Colors of Honey
The Iveys
GENRE
Crystalline orbs on the ceiling
Stories that play in your head
Shadows that dance on the edge of believing
Whispering that dreams are better dead
Tell me a story about when you were young
Sing to me a song of nostalgia's bitter son
Paint me a picture with your words
Use the colors of honey
The colors of honey
The colors of honey
And the feathers of the birds
That flew outside your window in the summer's morning light
You could hear their voices singing until winter brought the night
Dust covered glass in the windows
Visions of faces unclear
Voices that travel whichever way the wind blows
Blind to all the bones they left here
Tell me a story about when you were young
Sing to me a song of nostalgia's bitter son
Paint me a picture with your words
Use the colors of honey
The colors of honey
The colors of honey
And the feathers of the birds
Can you hear them with their sorrowful songs?
Do you see their star-shine eyes?
A million burning flames combined
Destruction as it flies
Tell me a story about when you grow old
Sing to me a song of tomorrow's hope
Paint me a picture with your words
Use the colors of honey
The colors of honey
The colors of honey
And the feathers of the birds
The colors of honey (that flew outside your window)
The colors of honey (in the summer's morning light)
The colors of honey (You could hear their voices singing)
And the feathers of the birds (until winter brought the night)
Stories that play in your head
Shadows that dance on the edge of believing
Whispering that dreams are better dead
Tell me a story about when you were young
Sing to me a song of nostalgia's bitter son
Paint me a picture with your words
Use the colors of honey
The colors of honey
The colors of honey
And the feathers of the birds
That flew outside your window in the summer's morning light
You could hear their voices singing until winter brought the night
Dust covered glass in the windows
Visions of faces unclear
Voices that travel whichever way the wind blows
Blind to all the bones they left here
Tell me a story about when you were young
Sing to me a song of nostalgia's bitter son
Paint me a picture with your words
Use the colors of honey
The colors of honey
The colors of honey
And the feathers of the birds
Can you hear them with their sorrowful songs?
Do you see their star-shine eyes?
A million burning flames combined
Destruction as it flies
Tell me a story about when you grow old
Sing to me a song of tomorrow's hope
Paint me a picture with your words
Use the colors of honey
The colors of honey
The colors of honey
And the feathers of the birds
The colors of honey (that flew outside your window)
The colors of honey (in the summer's morning light)
The colors of honey (You could hear their voices singing)
And the feathers of the birds (until winter brought the night)
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