The Red of the Morning Sun

I woke up early this morning when the columns of night went pale white
The shades of faith disappeared and the sky above you were no longer blue
When did our moon cease to bleed
When shall the colours be freed
To bring back our gold and to bring back the red of the sun
To bring back our gold and to bring back the red of the sun
The red of the morning sun
One part of crystal oxygen
Two parts of glycerine
Three parts of cold spring water
To bring back the four river daughters
Five steps out of the black room
With six six six of gloom, leaving
Seven sea shells on the shore
Whisper eight nine ten and I wanna hear more
I looked through the prism when colour went away and faded into grey
And the sun was still shining in the morning but pale white, so white
Is this all we get?
Is this all there is?