Pink Clouds

I swallow colour of the rain
I hear distortion on my way
ct 4 pm I am squeezed as a lime
But day after day I am loading a round
ct 4:20 I am back on a line
To watch the passing of pink clouds
cpart from enduring the pain
Smoke doesn't let the words to say
I swallow colour of the rain
I hear distortion on my way
ct 4 pm I am squeezed as a lime
But day after day I am loading a round
ct 4:20 I am back on a line
To watch the passing of pink clouds