Fancy Colours - Chicago

Going where the orange sun has never died

And your swirling marble eyes shine

Laughing, burning blue the light

Bittersweet the drops of life, memories only fading

Fancy colors

Fancy colors

All we ever did see when we’re down at the sea

We see things so very fine at the sea

Fancy colors

Fancy colors

And all we ever can do the morning covered with dew

We do things so very fine in the dew

Fancy colors

Fancy colors

And all we ever do hear, but whether we’re there or here

We hear things so very fine when we’re there