Lyrics
Orange is the color of my love
Fragile orange wind in the garden
Fragile means that I can hear her flesh
Crying little rivers in her forearm
Fragile is that I mourn her death
As our limbs are twisting in her bedroom
Lies, lies, lies
Lies in her eyes
Lies, lies, lies
Lies in her eyes
She tells me to close and count to ten
As she wanders freely through the forest
Can I close and open once again?
The question that I seek for reassurance
Lies, lies, lies
Lies in her eyes
Lies, lies, lies
Lies in her eyes
Hound dogs crowing at the stars above
Pigeons fall like snowflakes at the border
She kneels down and holds the frozen dove
Moon drips like water from her shoulder
Flies, flies, flies
Flies from her eyes
Flies, flies, flies
Flies from her eyes
Orange is the color of my love
Fragile orange wind in the garden
Fragile means that I can hear her flesh
Crying little rivers in her forearm
Fragile is that I mourn her death
As our limbs are twisting in her bedroom
