Color Decay - Júníus Meyvant

Little like the colors fade away.

Right under

Blind beginning of decay

broad under

Blind beginning of decay

Little like the flowers of debate

stood by me in trials

Of moving into place

stood by me in trials

From gloom to grace.

Straight up right now

Is so wonderful

Way beyond believe and dreams.

Your voice is so beautiful.

like the voice of quiet spring.

Little like the hours castaway.

Why wonder

Time ain't either here to stay

why wonder

Time will always pass away

Little like the sewers that you made

Run blindly through piles

Off something disobeyed

Run blindly through piles

Off disgrace

Straight up right now

Is so wonderful

Way beyond believe and dreams

your voice is so beautiful

Like the voice of summer breeze.