448C (The Colour of Love)

Green hanging garden, post-autopsy pink Blue as the balls of Edgar, dark as a lovely drink I see my baby all dressed in white Russet-red rosette I step out in a golden shower In the shade of my regret What’s the meaning of this? The dun-faced sea, the garbage tide That remembers you to me What is the colour? The colour of love? What is the colour? 448C Bless my yellow teeth, babe, bless my purple tongue Bless the shade of the patriarch, the bad things that I’ve done Black is the colour of my true love’s hair Silver-plated lies That pass like plague, each to each ‘Til the weaker host must die What’s the meaning of this? The sullen craft, the barrel of laughs Floating down the Styx You’re so ugly, when will you be mine I wanna smoke you right down to the rind You’re so ugly, the way that you walk I wanna burn you right down to the stalk Ugly baby, ugly baby What I gotta do to make you love me, baby? What’s the colour of love 448C, that’s the colour of love That’s the colour of love now, baby