Gene Loves Jezebel

Any Anxious Colour

Gene Loves Jezebel


Sorrowful fields, ablaze with sunflowers 
any anxious colour, blue and gold 
Impress your face across the mirror 
Water falling, spilling over you 
I see a scarecrow standing alone 
A silhouete burning, a perfect form 
A lonesome star, still and white 
Some kind of jewel illuminates the night 
A poison sun in a septic sky 
Spitting on the open face of muddy water 
Any anxious colour, blue and gold 
Now don't say you're hungry 
You're so damn cold - motherless child 
in your overcoat 
With your titian hair and your eyes of China Blue 
Any anxious colour, blue and gold 
blue and gold, blue and gold now, blue and gold 
star craver 
You're a wounded pussycat 
and you're drenched by the rain 
now you flee to the kitchen 
see what love you can gain 
with your titian hair 
and your eyes of China blue 
Any anxious colour, blue and gold