Coffee for Attending Ears

Inside all these closed doors I know in color I'm something more But, all I can see is black and white and red. Where are my friends tonight I stand in wait for your rapport but, you're not on after four The strings have been strung again. But, this time it's the end I stand in wait for your rapport but, you're not on after four The strings have been strung again. But, this time it's the end