Colours
place The I was born
is nothing that I'm proud of

it's chance not competence
So put away your flag
I won't be the wind
that makes it wave
I won't be the wind
that makes it wave
Nations and gods are stories we keep telling

they are long gone
we don't seem to care
Your borders and passports
they don't identify me

it takes more than a line
more than a sign
So put away

your colours
So put away

your colours
put away

your colours
put away

your colours
they make you look like an idiot