Lyrics

Over a sea of grief, Scarlet died Above her dying mind were fossilfied memory imprints of her favorite day For a minute, I stayed watching this brilliant display Until a god with a broom came and swept them away In their bereavement, all of her colorful prints turned to a milky-grey depressing, bland Which incidentally made Grey feel inane, so he set off to find a less trite identity One as stunning and bold as Scarlet used to be