PAINTED BLACK

I see a red door and I want it painted black. No colors any more I want them to turn black
I see the gods walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until the darkness goes
I see a line of cars they've been painted black With crosses and my love never to come back
Most people turn their heads and quickly look away Like a stillborn baby they're all dead anyway
Maybe then I'll fade away and you can face the facts It's not easy, really, when your whole world is black I look inside myself and see my heart is black I see my red door and its pattern paint is black No more will my green sea turn a deeper blue I could not forsee this thing happening to you
Most people turn their heads and quickly look away Like a stillborn baby they're all dead anyway
I want it painted, painted, painted black I want it painted, painted, painted black Black as night, black as white, black, black, black Painted, painted, painted black, black, black Black, black, black... black, black, black...