Pale Rainbow Over Heads

Becoming a compo...

This a colour falling from the sky
This a rumour that makes people die
This is your colour falling from the seas
You may be a wanker you can't fail till you breathe

whatever happens, you rise
however you cry, you rise
anyway the wind dies

this is a mailbox full of congrats and fun
oh such a pretty lil'girl knocks her father-sun

whatever happens, you rise
however you cry, you rise
anyway the wind dies

whatever happens, you rise
however you cry, you rise
anyway the wind dies

Comments

[A.]

Comme je disais à la dernière répé " I'm fuckin' arisin', lady !"
Somewhere, Someday,All over the raibow, anyway the wind blows, it will soon happen to me. [Dixit Nat King Bernstein Freddy Zappa, ouech.]
But wankers just stay... wankers. You know what I mean, dude.