Besedila: 3 Colours Red. Pure. Sunny in England.

In my head, I can get so far away
The colors here are bright, not black or gray
And my imaginary friends, we always get our way
The madness never ends and I just wanna stay

But then I wake to seek escape, escape again

Hey, hey, hey, this day has gone to fast
With people like you, make it seem like it's the last
Selfish, helpless and not a part of me
You'll never make me what I don't wanna be

Your words spread 'round the same dead town
Dead town and streets

You'll never see what I believe
Till it's sunny in England, yeah, yeah

And in the rain you soak the pain
And grieve and all you do is grieve

You'll never see what I believe
Till it's sunny in England, yeah, yeah

Sometimes I lose this memory
Ain't it good to be in England ?