Everything glows orange in the town that always sleeps
In the lamps that line the walkways and the stones beneath the feet
When my thoughts go to the city it’s not a building that appears
But the impression of a color from which everything is clear

When I begin to glance around or I start to squint my eyes
The world becomes a blur of rust and I retreat into my mind
I think of times before this curse when orange was beautiful
When blue and green helped balance it and made my walks less dull

Here the sky takes on the role of existing just to taunt
It paints its complement below and says here’s more of what I’m not    
Copper is a better word than cobble for the ground
It leads me only to streets where solely orange can be found

Until I get to leave this place and remember what I’ve lost
I’ll still only see the fire that somehow still reminds of frost
The rain which makes the sky so gray is waiting for the night
Where light drips down like orange paint and permeates my sight