Editors Lyrics
Colours
You mean a lot to me, you've got a heart of gold
Everything falls apart, leaves you in the cold
Purpose is scaring me, what if I can't see mine?
Love on the filthy streets is so divine
You are the colour, my dear
You are the colour, my dear
You mean a lot to me, you've got a heart of gold
Once I have found the words, I'll loosen my hold
You are the colour, my dear
You are the colour, my dear
Fill your life with something else, baby
Fill your life with something else, baby
Fill your life with something else, baby
Fill your life with something else, baby
(repeat)