Sabrina lyrics

It's not the red of the dying sun

The morning sheets surprising stain

It's not the red of which we bleed

It's not the red of the dying sun

The morning sheets surprising stain

It's not the red of which we bleed

The red of cabernet sauvignon

A world of ruby all in vain

It's not that red

It's not as golden as Zeus famous shower

It doesn't come, not at all, 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

I wish this would be your colour

I wish this would be your colour

I wish this would be your colour

Your colour, 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 winternight's tale

It suits you well

It is that black

I wish this would be your colour

I wish this would be your colour

I wish this would be your colour

Your colour, I wish