Gingeria

I ask for coffee, but you give me tea
I talk to you, but it isn’t me
You can’t believe we’re sitting under a peach tree
I pluck some fruit and have some fun
I juggle them in the Ginger Sun
As you mistake them for the hours to come

The clean evolves amid the dirt
And peace grows out of mental hurt
There are several things that no one can avert
Please, take some apricots and come
Try to jugglе them, just for fun
Imagine evеry one of them is a Ginger Sun

You have your colors till you get blind
And seek for more if you want to find
Another world, another sky
Another truth, another lie
Take them all and make a picture of your life

Fly to where the wind comes from
Run to where the sun will come
Find the color of your day
Before it’s gone
My world is ginger, yours is blue
My skies are deep, yours might be too
This universe has place enough
For me and you

You look at me, but I’m not here
I talk to you, but you don’t hear
We’re beautiful, yet both belied by false compare
I might be definitely wrong
Yet I prefer to sing a song
While you mistake me for your Blackhole Sun

You have your colors to dye your life
You have your colors to dye your life

Fly to where the wind comes from
Run to where the sun will come
Find your color of the year
Before it’s gone
(Before it’s gone)
My world is ginger, yours is green
My skies are cloudy, yours are clean
This universe has place enough
For everything
(For everything)

Fly to where the wind comes from
Run to where the sun will come
Find the colors of your life
Before it’s gone
(Before it’s gone)
My world is ginger, yours is white
We’re different, but never mind
We have our colors till the moment
We get blind
(We get blind)

We have our colors
We have our colors
We have our different colors
Till the moment
Till the moment
We get blind