Trocadero - Colors

^FCyan ^Gis, the ^Amsparkle in the sky ^FYellow ^Gsun, ^Amreflected in your eye ^FRed flows ^Gthrough, the ^Ampassion in your art ^FCobalt ^Gblue, the ^Dmwisdom in your heart

Issho no ^Ctoki wa^G iro nan^Dmte kankei ^Fnai issho no ^Ctoki wa^G hachi-bit^Dmto de juu^Fbun Corazon ^Cfeathe^Grs Dousen no ^Dmnaka wo to^Fbu When we're to^Cgether^G subete wa ^Dmbokura no mo^Fno

^FDark is ^Gfor, the ^Amkiller that's inside ^FLight sur^Grounds, the ^Amgoodness that you hide ^FPurple ^Ghearts, are ^Amtugging at our sleeve ^FWe stole ^Gfire, now there's ^Dmnothing left to thieve

When we're to^Cgether^G Colors don't ^Dmmatter much to ^Fus When we're ^Ctoget^Gher 8-bits ^Dmis enough for ^Fus Corazon ^Cfeathe^Grs Flying in^Dmside the copper ^Fline When we're ^Ctoge^Gther They are ^Dmyours and they are ^Fmine