The Colour Field - The Colourfield

An open door is calling you

To a field of free

To a haze of blue

To a state of mind

Of a deepest sleep

From the crucified to a sweet release

From a black despair to a love affair

In the color field from the color field

War is red, peace is blue

But to hope for red

Is not enough

One misguided missiles

Clouds for the bible

The hand’s reaching down controlling your life

You get no choice at all

When you’re asked to decide

You’ll dig your own grave

When you spirit has died

All the doors are locked

When a tear is knocked

The color field the color field

All you need is a piece of mind

But even that is hard to find

It could be under or upper or On me or down below

Rotting you lost all control

The dream’s gotten cold

It’s kind of sad

Search your soul

To the color field the color field