Colours

RED IS THE COLOUR OF BLOOD WHEN I CUT MYSELF, AND I'M BLEEDING, BUT THAT'S NOT A BAD THING, |||| RED IS THE COLOUR OF POPPIES AND SPORTS CARS |||| A STRONG SYMBOL OF LIVELINESS, |||| RED IS THE COLOUR OF THE HEART THAT I LOVE YOU WITH, |||| THAT I DRAW FOR YOU, EVERYTIME I SEE YOU, |||| IT'S THE COLOUR OF STICKERED UP ITEMS, |||| THAT YOU CAN PURCHASE FROM MOST MAJOR STORES. |||||||| I LOOK TO THE KING, I'M FILLING IN AN OUTLINE, |||| WHEN IT STRIKES ME THAT, I DON'T KNOW WHAT GOLD IS |||||||| BLUE IS THE COLOUR OF THE INK THAT I'M WRITING WITH, |||| PAINTING PICTURES OF WHAT I'M, PERCEIVING, |||| BLUE IS THE COLOUR OF THE PLANET WE LIVE UPON, |||| EVEN THOUGH ME I ALWAYS THOUGHT IT WAS GREEN, |||| BLUE IS A FEELING PEOPLE SING SONGS ABOUT, |||| WROTE THREE CHORDS ABOUT, WHEN THEY'RE FEELING DOWN |||| LOOK TO THE SKY, DON'T FEEL BLUE, I'M JUST HAPPY I'M LOOKING AT YOU, |||||||| I'M SWIMMING IN OCEANS, I'M SCALING SOME TREES, |||| EFFORTLESS IT SEEMS, I KNOW WHERE HOME IS, |||||||| THERE IS A COLOUR THAT I'VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE, MY FRIENDS GOT IT INSIDE HIS MIND |||| IT MUST BE A COMPLETELY NEW COLOUR, COS THERE'S NO POSSIBLE WAY TO DESCRIBE IT |||| MAYBE THE COLOUR OF THE SPACES BETWEEN US, AND THE COLOUR OF BRAND NEW IDEAS, |||| IS THE COLOURS THAT MY FRIEND IS THINKING OF, I'VE BEEN SEEING THIS COLOUR FOR YEARS, |||||||| I TAKE A DEEP BREATHE, AND I RETURN TO THE KING |||| WHEN I REALISE, I KNOW WHAT GOLD IS |||| I'M SPIRALING BACKWARDS|||| THROUGH PALETTES AND TONES |||| THE EARTH CARRIES US. |||| WE ARE HOME