Its hard for me to say what I want from you
I have had twenty two years
Of trying to form the words to somehow
Might mean I'm feeling.
So many colours in this distraction
Brown hair makes her lips more red
Words would not describe what I'm seeing,
I try to hold my tongue,
But it's useless
She makes my heart scream colour
I know by now, she should have found me out
And every sense I have has been exhausted
But colour makes her smile.
She's always waiting for me to speak,
But all she hears is white noise
though I may not communicate,
my heart, she knows the colour I'm screaming
she makes my heart scream colour
I know by now, she should have found me out.
And every sense I have has been exhausted
But colour makes her smile.
I feel it coming.
I feel it coming.
I feel it coming.
I feel it coming.
I feel it coming.
I feel it coming.
I feel it coming.
Oh.
She makes my heart scream colour
I know by now, she should have found me out
And every sense I have has been exhausted
But colour makes her smile.
She makes my heart scream colour
She should have found me out
And every sense I have has been exhausted
But colour makes her smile.