Текст: Chicago. Live At Carnegie Hall, Vols. 1-4 (Chicago IV). Fancy Colours.

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