Theatre - Gatsbys American Dream

I see the world in a swirl of hues

But my favorite color is shame

Tonight the sky is painted…

Tonight the sky is painted melancholy

And the wind sings songs as if it would lament

Some tragedy on the far side of the world

Or in the deep pockets of my mind

Where I lust after blood and pain

Tonight the sky is painted…

Tonight the sky is painted melancholy

And the wind sings songs as if it would lament

Some tragedy on the far side of the world

I am I and the world is a woman

From whom I must take take take

In an act of lust, in an act of pride

And I am damned, but can I be saved?

But can I be saved… saved

Tonight the sky is painted…(echo)

Tonight the sky is painted…(echo)

Tonight the sky is painted…(Tonight the sky is)

Melancholy and the wind sings songs as if it would lament

Some tragedy on the far side of the world

And the wind sings songs as if it would lament

Some tragedy on the far side of the world