Quest for Ancient Colour Manic Street Preachers

[Verse 1]
I had a very bad dream
The main actor in it was me
My scream had lost its source
Like a reservoir in a summer drought

[Verse 2]
Images remade themselves
I explored internal galaxies
The boys of summer had upped and gone
Girls in their summer dress had flown

[Chorus]
Here’s what I discovered
In my quest for ancient colour
I used to make sense
But now I am confused

I used to control
But now I just feel used
Here’s what I discovеred
In my quest for ancient colour

[Verse 3]
Nеgative capability
Ran straight through me
My soul a suburban sinkhole
A vast brutal urban sprawl