Fancy Colours (Chicago)

Going where the orange sun has never died And your swirling marble eyes shine Laughing, burning blue the light Bittersweet the drops of life, memories only fading Fancy colors Fancy colors All we ever did see when we're down at the sea We see things so very fine at the sea Fancy colors Fancy colors And all we ever can do the morning covered with dew We do things so very fine in the dew Fancy colors Fancy colors And all we ever do hear, but whether we're there or here We hear things so very fine when we're there