Everything's about you
Walking down these streets
I wondered how I could describe;
Describe the color of the sun going down
Behind the steeple,
While the bells play the song of nostalgia
Back from our careless days,
Playing outside until the sun stopped throwing shadows across our faces.
I do wonder now:
If I ever noticed the color back then
How would I've described it?
It would've surely been a constant battle
Deciding if it was red or orange;
And sometimes it could turn purple, too
Now I come to see
That all of this isn't about a mere color
But about how we look at things;
Cause I could imagine how beautiful it was years ago
When the dawn drowned us in its warm colors
While we ran down these streets
But everything I see today
The same sky, the same space
Yet so different in every way
Cause by looking up, all I could sense
Was the color of your brilliant eyes:
Hidden in the atmosphere of our
Childhood memories