Ten Past Six Lyrics

sangria red when it?s hot....chamomile for the cold...by the river or on the porchalways a taste of something colorfultrading bread and words across the tablea small one smashing shells just belowa dancer teasing all the treetopsto the right and the left, something colorfulyou don?t need to ask what time it iscuz ever since I?ve been with you, babe,it?s always ten past six...sometimes your ground is so soft everywheresometimes it?s just the way it goesthrough the steam where the water met the airyou helped me to find something colorfuland she said, ?You know, we both walk the same lineand at the end of the road, you know what we are gonna find.Just keep eyes wide each stop along that roadand I know that we?ll find something colorful.?