Looking out my back window
In the middle of the night
All I see is your shadow
It's a trick of the light
Down there in the valley
By the swamp in the mire
There stood Sgt. O' Malley
He set the villages on fire
True colors
Find a way of bleeding through
True colors
Find a way of coming back to you
Down there in the meadows
It's beginning to rain
Hear the sound of the shadows
Between the chaff and the grain
(between the sacred and profane)
True colors
Find a way of bleeding through
True colors
Find a way of coming back to you
Down there in the valley
By the swamp in the mire
There stood Sgt. O' alley
He set the villagers on fire
True colors
Find a way of bleeding through
True colors
Find a way of coming back to you
copyright Ben New 2019
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