Gm               Bb
It's not the red of the dying sun
             F                 Gm
The morning sheets' surprising stain
             Gm              Bb       F        Gm
It's not the red of which we bleed
    Gm              Bb
The red of cabernet savignon
           F          Gm
A world of ruin all in vain
         Gm
It's not that red
         Bb
It's not that red
         F
It's not that red
              Gm
It's not that red

It's not as golden as Zeus's famous shower
It's doesn't, not at all, come from above
It's in the open but it doesn't get stolen
It's not that gold
It's not as golden as memory
Or the age of the same name

It's not that gold
It's not that gold
It's not that gold
It's not gold at all

  Gm                      Bb
I wish that would be your color
  F                       Gm
I wish this would be your color
  Gm                      Bb
I wish this would be your color
     F        Gm
Your color, I wish

It is as black as Malevich's square
The cold furnace in which we stare
A high pitch on a future scale
It is a starless winter night's tale
It suits you well

It is that black
It is that black
It is that black
It is that black

I wish this would be your color
I wish this would be your color
I wish this would be your color
...
Your color, I wish