the law of colours

the law of colours hold us firm in place
none of us care to think outside the bar
we're trapped by the old rules of the race

we fear to step into the open space
and would not dream of quite another star
the law of colours holds us firm in place

there is a fear that hides behind each face
and so we would not leave the door ajar
we're trapped by the old rules of the race

to speak of freedom is called a disgrace
we aren't allowed to trade in the bazaar
the law of colours holds us firm in place

all memories of the garden we erase
and leave behind us nothing but a scar
we're trapped by the old rules of the race

yet we could all our happiness embrace
and make once more what you would have us mar
the law of colours holds us firm in place
we're trapped by the old rules of the race