The same old shades of colour plague my life
It makes me question if my moods alright
Do I really have the cash to spare
To light the room and save me while I try to clear the air
I got that new mood light in the middle of the room
Blue and grey all over the walls
Got that new mood light in the middle of the room
Predicting if the curtain will draw and break my fall
The same old shades of blue run through my jeans
If colour's the answer then what does the question mean
Do I really have the time to spare
To light the room and save me while my mood is on the mend