He couldn't believe his eyes
Even though he's colour blind
The red moon in the sky
And all the crazy colours of the night
He wants to put it on his skin
Feel the colour seeping in
Starting to wonder why
Has he got a contact high
He wants to see the brown horse
He wants to see the blood moon
He wants to see the black trees
He wants to see your tattoo
He wants to see the brown horse
He wants to see the blood moon
He wants to see the black trees
He wants to see your tattoo
He's obsessed with his sight
But we need him to write
Make hay while the sun shines
Because we're all running out of time
Go ask him about pride
(About pride)
He doesn't even know what a rainbow looks like
Go ask him about pride
(About pride)
He doesn't even know what a rainbow looks like
He wants to see the brown horse
He wants to see the blood moon
He wants to see the black trees
He wants to see your tattoo
He wants to see the brown horse
He wants to see the blood moon
He wants to see the black trees
He wants to see your tattoo