Colour Of My Way

Time and time again I think I love your drama, like precious water dripping from the spout.

I'm tired of fitting in. I need to change my patterns. I want to drink some drink from the fountain of youth.

The colour of my way.

Crime is not a sin if it's to feed your family, and this bastard's not about to go to hell.

I'm running on a limb. My only road to glory is the story of my William Tell.

Pop sensation of the lowest order with an Einstein fashion sensability. Do you remember the days when it used to cost a quarter. Oh this world just ain't what it used to be.