Sabrina - Einstürzende Neubauten

it's not the red of the dying sun 
the morning sheet's surprising stain 
it's not the red of which we bleed 
the red of cabinet sauvignon 
a world of ruby all in vain 
it's not that red, it's not that red 
it's not that red, it's not that red 

it's not as golden as zeus' famous shower 
it doesn't not at all come from above 
it's in the open but it doesn't get stolen 
it's not that gold 
it's not as golden as memory 
or the age of the same name 
it's not that gold, it's not that gold 
it's not that gold, it's not gold at all 

i wish that would be your colour 
i wish this would be your colour 
i wish this would be your colour 
your colour i wish 

i wish this would be your colour 
i wish this would be your colour 
i wish this would be your colour 
your colour i wish 

it is as black as malevich's square 
the cold furnace in which we stare 
a high pitch on a future scale 
it is a starless winter night's tale 
it suits you know 
it is a dead black, it is that black 
it is that black, it is that black 

i wish this would be your colour 
i wish this would be your colour 
i wish this would be your colour 
i wish this would be your colour .... 
your colour i wish