| Colours
So many crooked paths in my way Its always the purest of hearts that get less straight I’m gonna find a way to catch that burning sun Then I'll leave you behind, my beautiful one And all my colours are changing And all my old colours have gone In the middle of my heart lies an ocean And at the bottom of this blue lies a truth Is there someone somewhere? is there someone who cares? Is there somebody up there? I promise to myself to find the right question And all my colours are changing And all my old colours have gone And all my colours are changing |