I really

Someone broke our beautiful
All-coloured window. They were saints
He broke, or she or it broke. They were
Colours you can't get now.

If the smile on my face
Doesn't mean much any more
Then it's all been just a waste of time
So won't you close your door?

"Quieren que me haga diferente. Y sin ellos hacerse diferentes y sin nada hacerse diferente.
¿Y de qué me haría diferente?" A. Porchia.

But I can't switch off my loving
Like you can't switch off the sun

Voodoo spell