Stornoway Trouble With The Green
Red first, red for the sun
Brush it on thick see it drip, drip, dripping down
Bright red, straight from the heart
Build it up slow, the horizon starting to show
Pure gold, needles of gold
Weave them in thin, for the sunbeams shooting through
The white page I'm painting for you
Mixing up the colours of your troubles, I know you've got
Trouble with the green, giving you the blues
Mix it with the white and the colours are bright again
Trouble with the white, led you to the black
Put you in the red and you're falling apart again
Light grey, feathery clouds
Delicate strokes with the brush, brush flowing now
White lines crossing the sky
Violet streak turning lilac, stretching out
Through blue, indigo blue
Darker up there with the memories flickering
Deep blue, thinking of you
Mixing up the colours of your troubles, I know you've got
Trouble with the green, giving you the blues
Mix it with the white and the colours are bright again
Trouble with the white, led you to the black
Put you in the red and you're falling apart again
Trouble with the green, giving you the blues
Fix it with the white and you're feeling alright again
Trouble with the white, led you to the black
Stealing all the colours from your beautiful mind
Red sun, low on the page
You can decide if it's going up or down
Black tar, holding you tight
Got you so tight that you think that freedom is
Jet black, black as the night
I know I can't paint what your body's screaming for
Freedom, up in the sky
Mixing up the colours of your troubles, I know you've got
Trouble with the green, giving you the blues
Mix it with the white and the colours are bright again
Trouble with the white, led you to the black
Put you in the red and you're falling apart again
Trouble with the green, giving you the blues
Fix it with the white and you're feeling alright again
Trouble with the white, led you to the black
Stealing all the colours from your beautiful mind again
You've got trouble, trouble
Mix it with the white and you've got trouble
