Orange Star and Cobweb
Leaf and Thorn
Not Green
Noisy Shadows
Grass
Some nights are colored
By somewhat ancient desires
Some are colored by recent desires
Many are colored by indecent desires
Others are hand crafted and carefully designed
But each and every time without a fail
The nights are colored by darkness
Even if I own an orange star
Come the midnight hour
It’s dark inside
Story Of The Footloose 