I ask for coffee, but you give me tea,

I talk to you, but it isn’t me…

You can’t believe we’re sitting under a peach tree.

I pluck some fruits and have some fun,

I juggle them in the Ginger Sun

As you mistake them for the hours to come.



The cleanness comes from mental dirt

And peace proceeds from moral hurt,

There are several things that no-one can avert.

Please, take some apricots and come

Try to juggle them, just for fun,

Imagine every one of them is a Ginger Sun.



You have your colours till you get blind

And seek for more if you want to find 

Another world, another sky

Another truth, another lie.

Take them all and make a picture of your life…



Fly to where the Wind comes from,

Run to where the Sun will come,

Find the colour of your day 

Before it’s gone.

My world is Ginger, yours is Blue,

My skies are deep, yours might be too,

This universe has place enough

For me and you…



You look at me, but I’m not here,

I talk to you, but you don’t hear,

We’re beautiful, yet both belied by false compare.

I might be definitely wrong,

Yet I prefer to sing a song

While you mistake me for your Black hole Sun.



You’ve got your colours to dye your life. X2



Fly to where the Wind comes from,

Run to where the Sun will come,

Find your colour of the year 

Before it’s gone.

(Before it’s gone)

My world is Ginger, yours is Green,

My skies are cloudy, yours are clean,

This universe has place enough

For everything…

(For everything)



Fly to where the Wind comes from,

Run to where the Sun will come,

Find the colours of your life 

Before it’s gone.

(Before it’s gone)

My world is Ginger, yours is White,

We’re different, but never mind:

We have our colours till the moment

We get blind…

(We get blind)…