Catherine Corelli Gingeria
I ask for coffee, but you give me tea,
I talk to you, but it isn’t me…
You can’t believe we’re sitting under a peach tree.
I pluck some fruits and have some fun,
I juggle them in the Ginger Sun
As you mistake them for the hours to come.
The cleanness comes from mental dirt
And peace proceeds from moral hurt,
There are several things that no-one can avert.
Please, take some apricots and come
Try to juggle them, just for fun,
Imagine every one of them is a Ginger Sun.
You have your colours till you get blind
And seek for more if you want to find
Another world, another sky
Another truth, another lie.
Take them all and make a picture of your life…
Fly to where the Wind comes from,
Run to where the Sun will come,
Find the colour of your day
Before it’s gone.
My world is Ginger, yours is Blue,
My skies are deep, yours might be too,
This universe has place enough
For me and you…
You look at me, but I’m not here,
I talk to you, but you don’t hear,
We’re beautiful, yet both belied by false compare.
I might be definitely wrong,
Yet I prefer to sing a song
While you mistake me for your Black hole Sun.
You’ve got your colours to dye your life. X2
Fly to where the Wind comes from,
Run to where the Sun will come,
Find your colour of the year
Before it’s gone.
(Before it’s gone)
My world is Ginger, yours is Green,
My skies are cloudy, yours are clean,
This universe has place enough
For everything…
(For everything)
Fly to where the Wind comes from,
Run to where the Sun will come,
Find the colours of your life
Before it’s gone.
(Before it’s gone)
My world is Ginger, yours is White,
We’re different, but never mind:
We have our colours till the moment
We get blind…
(We get blind)…
