Born

I’ve seen the colours collide,
and mix into one,
I’ve seen the other side,
of a lemon yellow sun,
I’ve seen the walls fall down,
around a young boys heart,
i saw him hit the ground,
and go back to the start.

And where oh where,
the good ones go.
always on the run.

You are born,
wanting something more.
you are born,
wanting something more.

Some are born to sweet delight,
some are born to an endless night,
some are torn away from life,
some work through the pain
and the strife.

And where oh where,
the good ones go,
always on the run.

You are born,
wanting something more,
you are born,
wanting something more.

When the colours collide,
don’t let the walls fall down,
when the colours collide,
don’t let the walls fall down.

I felt the pain of love,cut so deep.
until it hurt so much,
I’d fall at your feet,
I felt my soul retreat,
to a depth below,
and where it goes,
nobody knows.

You are born,
wanting something more,
you are born,
wanting something more.

We are standing on the edge,
while we look the other way,
with our hands up in the air,
shall we speak what they won’t say.

It’s the silence in the air,
that will get you in the end,
then you’ll burn, then you’ll burn,
the you’ll burn.