A DROP OF COLOUR - HYDE

Written by：HYDE

Confusion rules this shifting age

And uproar fills the town

My thoughts of you are drowning in the noise

How could you know

Why should you know me

You gently nourish my dry skin

A drop of colour saves me from

The fate I'm facing everyday

A single bloom piercing the snowdrift

How softly the springtime breezes sing

How deeply the distant mountain breathe

There are so many things to show to you

Oh why does hate bring forth more hate

A long abandoned fruit

Is hastening the process of decay

This country's starved it's void of feeling

How softly the springtime breezes sing

How deeply the distant mountain breathe

There are so many things to show to you

How softly the springtime breezes sing

How deeply the distant mountain breathe

There are so many things to show to you

One of these day the breezes sing

How deeply the distant mountain breathe

There are so many things to show to you