Private Eye

When the colour’s gone in the future time

With a shaking hand you can hold a light

You can shine a light when the colour’s gone

But there is no guide for the future time

Private eye

In the beautiful war I was merely deformed

Of a single mind, was it you I was trying to find?

On a paper moon in the summer, I can feel your heat

In the summer time on a paper moon, down in the street, a private eye