Colored Anthems

We tiptoe with fallen angels, soothed by beating bass
Causing reckless mental chases and emotional races
But we travel amongst the moment with slow paces
Recalling colored anthems and all the flashing faces

If I am the earth, then you are the moon
If I am hungry, you are the hand holding the spoon
If I am the universe, you are the eternal room
So sit back, and listen to the DJ’s spinning their tunes

We run with the sweet devils, eyes open in wonder
Hear the true laughs and the roars of glorious thunder
No sun, but the warmth of lights, and you feel so right
Watching a dream dance like it’s got legs of it’s own

If I am the raging river, then you are monsoons
If I am the unborn child, you are the womb
If I am the deep bass, you are the resulting boom
So rock back, and dance to the DJ’s spinning their tunes