Pure fun windsurfing in Gnaraloo, Western Australia

I see a red door and I want it painted black. No colors anymore, I want them to turn black. I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes. Turn my head until my darkness goes. I see a line of cars and they're all painted black. With flowers and my love hope never to come back. I see people turn their heads and quickly look away. Oh baby, it just happens every day. I look inside myself and see my heart is black. I see my red door, I must have it painted black. Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts. The world is black. No more will my green seagull turn a deeper blue. I could not foresee this thing happening to you. And I want it painted black anymore. I want them to turn their head until my darkness goes.