Until The Colours Run

The great crime of our times could be silence or closing eyes
This could be our revolution or our downfall
In a seedy part of town where Vermeer tracked me down
He said it's yours for the taking or yours to burn
And soon the world will know all the secrets of your soul
You can run to the forrest or face your fate

There's a corpse of a prince on the front line
Where the colours run, where the colours bleed
So we'll drink and we'll sing on the bread line
Until the colours run, until the colours bleed

The great crime of our lives was the silence and closing eyes
It could me ours for the making but we'd sooner fold

There's a corpse of a prince on the front line
Where the colours run, where the colours bleed
So we'll drink and we'll sing on the bread line
Until the colours run, until the colours bleed

*Lyrics by HW