Got my head in a bowl and my body in a cage No steam ain't got no fingers There to turn the page As my shadow move above me Like a thin ghost Stains from a painter with a broken brush In a coalmine A hard night and harder the day The blue took the colour away When the harp clings too low and All the books are burned The wrong way to use a lighter Still no lesson learned When the moon is a drunk mean deciever Hiding the way A pale soft light that make the last ray A hard night and harder the day The blue took the colour away So we can rewind it Paint a hole in time Make the colour vivid Into the sublime