your steam into your eyes! What is this? All these colours and lights are inside of me now. I feel us coming together now. Grind the life around your smile. Colours
colour dead Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja -The man is dead You can blow out a candle But you can't
, Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja The man is dead, the man is dead You can blow out a candle But you can't blow out a fire Once the flame begins to catch
! Teeth! Teeth! But meaningless lights Still hold our attention We think that the holy books Are written in blood and fire But what if it's water? The fire
we ride this right the future will fall in our hands. If we survive the flight the future will work out - nothing's that black and white. Control The colour
our gardens, stripping saplings, felling trees, trampling on our flowers, sucking sap and drying seeds. In the midnight candle-light of experience all colour
(We see a vigil of HARLEM WOMEN with candles.) WOMEN AT VIGIL A day of peace. A day of pride. A day of justice. We have been denied. Let the new day
out for the dancing Good time girls and boys out for the highs And there's a hotel on hope street Where the concierge will understand your needs She doesn't care your colour
your mouth and leaves a purple trail down heartache lane To slash my sickly senses leaving me in my own hell The silent sob of shaking shoulders as the candle
because Biko Hiromija, Hiromija The man is dead, the man is dead You can blow out a candle But you can never blow out a fire Once the flames begin to
me I'm looking through the windows Mind goes in a whirl There's a multitude of candles In the windows of this world I'm looking at the colours Checking
Bright jewels on the ladies flashing Eyes catch on a shiny prism Hear ye the crying of the vendors Fruit for sale wax candles for to burn Fires flare
The fires around you burn I'm a ghost here from somewhere Watching the fires around you burn Watching the fires around you burn Watching the fires around
. Teeth. But meaningless lights Still hold our attention We think that the holy books Are written in blood and fire But what if it's water? The fire
through the windows And my mind goes in a whirl Well there's a multitude of candles Burning in the windows of this world I'm looking at the colours Checking
