- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - Owen Brinley Richards
 - Stuart Steven Jones
 - Mathew Laurence Lunn
 - Thomas David Craigen
 
- Tags:
 - colour of fire
 - indie rock
 
- See also:
 
Colour Of Fire - Italics lyrics
The sound of your soul is watered down,
 a finished thoughts not a work of art.
 You see the line, take the bait,
 you're stuck to the tracks
 of a figure of eight.
 The blossom fell for the moment that
 you held the heart of an acrobat.
 The dew has dried, the leaking skies
 are all patched up.
 Square peg, round hole,
 you won't feel this way forever
 arrest your sadness,
 let the sting run out of venom
 (when love's) a silent sounding frequency,
 a distant noiseless memory,
 you'll hold words to your brand new heart,
 closer still.
 Your DNA's in the blood red beat,Colour Of Fire - Italics - http://motolyrics.com/colour-of-fire/italics-lyrics.html
 the claustrophobic sound of heat
 will take control, move you there,
 you won't have to think.
 Square peg, round hole,
 you won't feel this way forever.
 Possess the movement
 away from nights much darker
 Whilst others try to save your life,
 promise me this one
 You'll try again, and shout out
 'Hey, I won't lie still'
 Square peg, round hole,
 you won't feel this way forever
 Believe in silence,
 We could share a mind between us,
 share a map between us,
 share a moment, even.












