Clouds of Broken Red

Clouds of broken red, all inside his head Hues of pink and gold, it all unfolds The sun slowly sets, all inside his head One day down, it'll all come around He goes to bed, clouds of broken red Life is good it seems, never ending cycles and routines Rising sun outlines the trees, all inside his dreams One day down, it'll all come around He goes to bed, clouds of broken red The world kicks him down, to the ground He doesn't make a sound, one more round He moves ahead, all but dead Clouds of broken red, all inside his Day down, it'll all come around He goes to bed, clouds of broken red One day down, it'll all come around He goes to bed, clouds of broken red One day down, it'll all come around He goes to bed, clouds of broken red