Rifles

Never the Stone Roses, they were never this moody. Much more The Jesus and Mary Chain or Wish period The Cure.

Also, I think these are the lyrics:

I see the rifles coming over the hill And if you shout maybe they'd stop and won't kill But if you think like me You'll be as dead as he is

I see the lion crawling over your bed And if you stay he'll make you walk in your mind To what you're gonna be It never lets you be

I see no colour in your eyes I see no images I know I see no colour in your eyes And no reflections, no purple sky

I don't mind you taking away And I won't give to you the fires of hate So I will never see What you've done to me

I see no colour in your eyes I see no images I know I see no colour in your eyes And no reflections, no awful skies

Now You come alive With the world at your side

Now You come alive With the world at your side

I see the rifles coming over the hill And if you shout maybe they'd stop and won't kill But if you think like me You'll be as dead as he is today

I see no colour in your eyes I see no images I know I see no colour in your eyes And no reflections, no purple sky

Now You come alive With the world at your side

Now You come alive With the world at your side