Paint It Black
I see a red door and I want it painted black.
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and I must have it painted black
Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts
It’s not easy facing up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes
(Thanks Mick and Keith)
Black and Red. Kind of like there are those contrasting days, those moments that we come up against when things change. I think they are my favorite colors (is black a color anyway?)
It reminds me of the song in Les Misarables ( the great musical) Red and Black.
Red – the blood of angry men!
Black – the dark of ages past!
Red – a world about to dawn!
Black – the night that ends at last!
Change happens, sometimes for change-sake, sometimes because it has to. But it is.
You can change things from red to black. You may end up changing it back.
There may be times you just feel like painting it black – but red will have to do.