Colors

You don't have to ask me why Because I know you understand All the treasures of my life Are right here in my hand Suspended in a moment No more breath to catch If you hold on to your end Maybe we can make this last This is the greatest time of day When all the clocks are spinning backwards And all the ropes that bind begin to fray And all the black and white turns into colors I don't want to build a wall Or draw a line across the sand Because there's room for one and all And this land is our land Oh I hope this can go on and on and on Before the skipping stone hits the surface of the pond Oh I know that life is never very long One second, then one minute, and then its gone This is the greatest time of day When all the clocks are spinning backwards And all the ropes that bind begin to fray And all the black and white turns into colors You want to sink into the colors on the wall But all the while you are the brightest of them all This is the greatest time of day When all the clocks are spinning backwards And all the ropes that bind begin to fray And all the black and white turns This is the greatest time of day When there's no you and there's no others And all the rules grow wings and fly away And all the black and white turns into colors