| Winter,
cold and gray as my soul it is these days And purple, limped aside as it pawned my crown away Red rants and raves, it comes in waves once calmed by you And black always asks me, "Ain't it great to be alone" CHORUS And the Blue Bleeds Through all REPEAT CHORUS BRIDGE These constantly changing colors I
swear is never me SOLO REPEAT CHORUS (In my
heart, and in my mind) |