Until the Colours Run

The great crime of our lives Could be silence or closing eyes This could be our revolution or our downfall In a seedy part of town Where vermeer tracked me down He said 'it's yours for the taking or yours to burn' And soon the world will know All the secrets of your soul You can run for the forrest or face your fate There is a corpse of a prince on the front line Where the colours run where the colours bleed So we'll drink and we'll sing on the bread line Until the colours run until the colours bleed The great crime of our times Was the silence and closing eyes This could be ours for the making But we'd sooner fold There is a corpse of a prince on the front line Where the colours run where the colours bleed So we'll drink and we'll sing on the bread line Until the colours run until the colours bleed