Bloom

Somehow, in the garage, I can smell the scent of tobacco
I was only dreaming of things that weren't quite right
I wish I could sleep a little longer

On the dusty roadside
I can see some rolling trash
It just looked beautiful now, that's all
It was a story that didn't matter

Well, I'm just being stubborn
Not producing anything
Acting selfishly

I wonder if back then, we were good at talking to each other

What color is your hair, like a budding flower?
It gets dyed by the sun at dusk, it's a madder red
If there's an everlasting heart
The frets of the rusty four strings
Can they be covered up with a Big Muff?

The more I get fed up, the less I can say
Only poisonous words come out
Don't look at me like that
The dry wind blows

What color is your hair, if it's snowing
It will hide in white
If there's an enduring pain
Remember the lead memories with soil on them
Play the octave guitar with that fuzz

What color is your hair, if the moon shines
It will be wrapped in a dull blue
If there's a beautiful distortion
Let me hear it

Like a budding flower

What color is your hair
No matter where you go from this stage, you'll find it
If there's an everlasting heart

The frets of the rusty four strings
Can they be covered up with a Big Muff?