COLOURFUL
I wish we were a photograph; Where every colour’s made to last; And who would know; That the cracks would show; And who could know; Cos everybody’s watching; And telling me it’s nothing; But I’m staring at an outline that used to be colourful; Now we’re only shades of what used to be beautiful; Keep trying to stop the rain from washing us away; I can’t bear to watch another colour fade; How could you forget how we used to be colourful; There’s a distance in every touch; Feels like we’re hanging on the edge of us; And who would know; That the cracks would show; And who could know; Cos everybody’s watching; And telling me it’s nothing; I’m staring at an outline that used to be colourful; Now we’re only shades of what used to be beautiful; Keep trying to stop the rain from washing us away; I can’t bear to watch another colour fade; How could you forget how we used to be colourful; 