Lyrics
Contrary by night;
belligerent and justified,
Sam says, "I know when it's right."
Last of the stubborn believers,
Sam is working away.
Little jobs that last a week,
never finding what he seeks;
More distant by the day,
fulfillment blows away —
the only part he cannot play.
Having no perspective,
not keeping step in time,
he draws them blue and yellow.
He finds it like an arrow,
uncovering the lines.
Figures drawn upon the page,
smudge and dark in brown and grey,
morning bodies on the sheets.
"Blue is D and always right,
yellow fills my room with light,
and red repairs my rage."
Repeating forms and melodies,
colors suiting every key,
any kind of song
is close to remedy.
Is love a color on the wall?
Are you runnin' 'til you fall?
Sam, are you runnin' 'til you fall?
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