Your love was orange And I never really liked orange Before I could see the bright floating fire On the sea of your irisβ Orange was the color of forced smiles Days of sun when the world needs a little rain But when the sprinkle Turns to storms I see you And you donβt run for cover You run for me And I can see my orange My sunset heart For the first time And I could cry All the velvets and rivers and fields But all I want is orange