Story Behind The Song
dedicated to the love of my life
| Song Length |
3:53 |
Genre |
Pop - Standards, Classical - Romantic |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Peaceful |
Subject |
Heartbreak |
| Similar Artists |
Leonard Cohen |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Speaking Orange
© 2014 Starburst
She loves to speak in orange when the sunset's kissed the beach and the lonely festival's just bedding down
With a raspy smoky breath humming rum soaked melodies she's my sequined protégé in evening gown
When she's hollering my name there is nothing quite the same as the destiny that's never reached full worth
I may never know the truth, yet my clearly fuzzy youth leaves a vacancy of memories giving birth
(chorus)
She is yellow in the morning turning blue in afternoon with a touch of lavender at suppertime
She comes running in to see me with a rainbow full of pure glee testifying to her soul still in its prime
Colors many colors painting stories of our lives painting roadmaps where we sometimes fear to go
I will write my will in orange to a dedicated homage to this hero bringing comfort from all foes
In the dusty afternoon when the sun has gone too soon and the hermit crabs have now all gone to sleep
We will spin the wheel of fortune, gloried in loss of caution anticipating losses we now keep
Do I dare to speak the color that I'm writing in full homage as I'm sipping on her rum soaked melody
She loves to speak in orange when the sunset's kissed the beach and the lonely festival sits by the sea
(chorus)
She is yellow in the morning turning blue in afternoon with a touch of lavender at suppertime
She comes running in to see me with a rainbow full of pure glee testifying to her soul still in its prime
Colors many colors painting stories of our lives painting roadmaps where we sometimes fear to go
I will write my will in orange to a dedicated homage to this hero bringing comfort from all foes
(instrumental break)
(chorus)
She is yellow in the morning turning blue in afternoon with a touch of lavender at suppertime
She comes running in to see me with a rainbow full of pure glee testifying to her soul still in its prime
Colors many colors painting stories of our lives painting roadmaps where we sometimes fear to go
I will write my will in orange to a dedicated homage to this hero bringing comfort from all foes