Death Of A Shade Of A Hue — Of Montreal

Over a sea of grief Scarlet died above her dying mind were fossilfied memory imprints of her favorite day for a minute I stayed watching this brilliant display until a god with a broom came and swept them away

In their bereavement all of her colorful friends Turned to a milky grey depressing blend Which incidentally made Grey feel inane So he set off to find a less trite identity One as stunning and bold as Scarlet used to be