Colorblind
Words and music by Béla Selendy
Pick up my shoes, find my coat
drink the last cold drops of morning tea
turn off the lights, lift my bag
wonder whether I should write a note
I'm not here
I was never here
Too dark to stay / can't walk away
the colors just keep running into gray
The sickened street presents a hanging sky
a hanging sky that smothers blackened streets
drops of rain drift up into my eyes
while faces turn away before eyes meet
But I'm still here
yes I'm still here
Too dark to stay / can't walk away
the colors still keep running into gray
Kick off my shoes, drop my coat
pour another cup of warming tea
click on the lights, toss my bag
brush the rain aside and see
I am home
you're my home
think I might stay / won't walk away
the colors just stopped running into gray