Octane

Pickin ' some blue with a shade of Grey

Mixin ' all your dreams and a game to play

Mixin someone to someone else

Cos you've no defense cos you've no defense

This is time oh mine don 't cry

You should be a painter out of control

You can draw my lips with the colors of your soul

I can be your body and your wall In octane and gold In octane and gold

This is time oh mine, don 't cos this is the las time how, how, how