I’m at the end of myself, but I’m not dead (yet).
I just don’t know where I’m at.
No more color, through and through.
Paint me blue.

And now it’s raining in Berlin, and I’m almost going home.
I’d better stop this roam.
No more doubts, no more seconds guesses.
But now I’m staring at the wall.
Your success has made me small.
Envy; don’t wanna be seen.
Paint me green.

Dye me, stain me.
Blush.
Seen a good man in a bad mood.
Crushed.

I’m at a loss for words.
It never was supposed to hurt.
Molina, guide me through this cold.
Paint me gold.

Dye me, stain me.
Blush.
Seen a good man in a bad mood.
Crushed.

Pale sky.
It’s what I expect to see.
So please color me in ecstasy.

Dye me, stain me.
Blush.
Seen a good man in a bad mood.
Crushed.