You change the colors of my sky,
my eternal canvas high.
When you stand still the weather turns gray,
I'd give the world to take back the day.
But every time the sun is shining,
in the summer wind, I will be finding,
is that you're in motion and that is why,
you change the colors of my sky.
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 4:36 PM UTC
You change the colors of my sky,
my eternal canvas high.
When you stand still the weather turns gray,
I'd give the world to take back the day.
But every time the sun is shining,
in the summer wind, I will be finding,
is that you're in motion and that is why,
you change the colors of my sky.