In the green morning
I wanted to be a heart.
a heart.

And in the ripe evening
I wanted to be a nightingale.
nightingale.

(Soul,
turn oranged colored.
Soul, turn the color of love.)

In the vivid morning
I wanted to be myself.
heart.

And at the evenings end
I wanted to be my voice
nightingale.

Soul,
turn orange colored.
Soul,
turn the color of love.