Living in colour,
Living in colour,
I can see the paint on your toes.
Living in colour,
Living,
And even in the blackout I know.

I am floating,
I am floating with my eyes closed, with no sails.
I am soaking,
I am weathered by the winter of mixed drinks.

Am I dancing?
Or am I simply spinning in my own grave,
Y=You are asking, and with two steps, I'm saved!

Living in colour,
Living in colour,
I can see the paint on your toes.
Living in colour,
Living,
And even in the blackout I know.

Weeks gone by I was weak,
I was paler than a pine box that holds bones.
She poked the iris,
Then she pierced a hole and watched the colour rush forth.

Modern madonna
Held my head in warm hands with pink nails,
Mopped my mouth,
And whispered that the sickness will go away.

Living in colour,
Living in colour,
I can see the paint on your toes.
Living in colour,
Living,
And even in the blackout I know.

Though I dreamt with a rapid eye,
By day I hoped to rapidly die,
Have my organs laid on ice,
Wait for somebody that would treat them right.

But as the night started swallowing,
You pulled the blood to my blue lip,
Forced the life through still veins,
Filled my heart with red again.

Living in colour,
Living in colour,
I can see the paint on your toes.
Living in colour,
Living,
And even as I black out I know.