Einstürzende Neubauten Sabrina
It s not the red of the dying sun The morning sheet s surprising stain It s not the red of which we bleed The red of cabinet sauvignon A world of ruby all in vain It s not that red, it s not that red It s not that red, it s not that red It s not as golden as zeus famous shower It doesn t not at all come from above It s in the open but it doesn t get stolen It s not that gold It s not as golden as memory Or the age of the same name It s not that gold, it s not that gold It s not that gold, it s not gold at all I wish that would be your color I wish this would be your color I wish this would be your color Your color I wish I wish this would be your color I wish this would be your color I wish this would be your color Your color I wish It is as black as malevich s square The cold furnace in which we stare A high pitch on a future scale It is a starless winter night s tale It suits you know It is a dead black, it is that black It is that black, it is that black
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