Original lyrics

EN

The New York Times invents the news I did not see where they were going Behind the dying afternoon I follow, restlessly devoted Tell me your mind Tell me you'll always follow Send me a sign Send me a smile like Charo I need your lovin' eyes At least your cyanide I had a dream I saw a rainbow I could have sworn I saw the sun pass by I had a dream I saw the pain go But what I hoped would be my rainbow Was just a bruise on the sky Hide in my closet, feeling trapped This used to be a prime location The heavens clap and then collapse A melancholy invocation Tell me your mind Tell me you'll always follow Send me a sign Send me a smile like Charo I need your lovin' eyes At least your cyanide I had a dream I saw a rainbow I could have sworn I saw the sun pass by I had a dream I saw the pain go But what I hoped would be my rainbow Was just a bruise on the sky I used to think about it When I say 'think', I mean 'satirize' I was extreme about it My dreams would bleed on the sun street cries As if my whole darn soul Was gripped in atomic eyes I had a dream I saw a rainbow I could have sworn I saw the sun pass by I had a dream I saw the pain go But what I hoped would be my rainbow Was just a bruise on the sky