Lyrics

What if the colour died?
Where would we be in black and white?
Ready to live our lives under the grey cat sky.

Understand I don't mean what I say.
It doesn't seem to matter anyway.
Standing under meaningless arrays of seamless matter's just a game.

What if the sun just died?
Where would we be without a light?
Totally unprepared under the cold coal sky.

Underlying everything I mean,
I don't believe it's everything it seems.
Lying under pensive clouds of flying leaves I'm somewhere in between.

If I die before the sun comes up I guess it?s just my luck.
I will know the game is up.
It's all a game you see.

Underplaying, everybody schemes.
I don't quite understand why this should be.
Playing under different sets of rules I watch the game it's on TV.