i’m out of the colour red
my eyes see early blue in faces
green and sky black rain
i’m out of the taste of hot
all is turmeric and cheese
no coffee no chilli no wild
i’m out of the shine in eyes
mine i think everywhere i look
half life automaton stagger at shop
i’m out of the shock of cold rain
no that’s i need the shock of cold rain
it’s time for november it’s time for ice