Green

You open a book with what you know A can of news and what you sew You droppin’ the ball when, its your que The sight of a setting sun is chartreuse I ask, who hears I speak, who hears You’re joining the lost and in found you left soon You all full of yellow and you need proof You’re dyin’ without green, well I am too The fruit that you picked turned sour too soon I ask, who hears I speak, who hears I ask, who hears I speak, who hears You ask of a color, now you, need blue You’re all full a yellow and you, need to You’re dyin’ without green, well I am to The sight of a setting sun is chartreuse