Colours Of The Night

Peter Broderick

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All colours of the night turn every darkness into light

How could I call anything a stone
And why would I believe that we can ever be alone
How are you even here, tell me how'd I steal your ears
Was it pain, was it fun, was it something I have yet to perceive

All colours of the night turn every darkness into light

I may have met God in a dream several times, but always in a dark room
No words, no sound except the breath of something greater than me
And if I ever woke I turned the story to song or a joke
Did I listen for a heart, did I embrace any soul

All colours of the night turn every darkness into light