Impossible Colours from Impossible Colours by daria

Impossible Colours


A blue pen on the table
A broken chair that used to be a throne
Music playing in the street, I’m not so sure I like it.

Red curtains in the room
I’m wondering if I should ever find an ending to the song
Find an ending to the song

Reason in those biased decisions
Is like certainty for the hardest equation
A vain attempt at self-confidence
That barely disguises the stake and the moment
How pretentious, how exciting, how deceiving, how deceiving.

There was a dream and a hope
Too close to the bone
There was an urge for freedom
Maybe too close to the bone
I thought there would be colours, it was a monochrome
We’re impossible colours, a monochrome

So say it!

I’m breaking away, I’m falling away but I’m born at last.
Run away, I’m falling away but I’m born at last
Run away, I’m falling away, I’ll be done at last

• Rock
• indie
• power pop
• Angers