As music in the moonlit starry night
Beneath this purple haze our common dark
The heavens obscure, starlight travels into infinityYet we only see it when the night is
black.

This is the question the brothers and sisters fear;
What is the color of the soul?
Said Buddha, Jesus, Plato, and the Poets of Old,
That evening is the color of the soul.
We hide ourselves in artificial light
We think ourselves safe and outta sight.
You have a million dollars still
Enough money to build a city on every hill.
Work hard brother,
Love alone will pay your bill.
Look good sister,
Love alone will pay your bill.
Die rich,
Love alone will pay your bill.
And evening is still the color of the soul