of this thing called black I had a preminition 18 way back That black is the color of the universe from whence we came I wonder if my soul is on ice
this thing called black? I had a premonition, 18, way back Black is the color of the universe from what it became I wonder if my soul's in ice again
this thing called black I had a preminition 18 way back That black is the color of the universe from whence we came I wonder if my soul is on ice again