Why can't I smile
Just as brightly as I'd like
Is there something inside
Overriding all the love I seem to find
That won't abide the light
And leaves me colourblind
Why can't I cry
Just as bitterly as I'd like
When there's flooding inside
And like the child I used to be
Before the colour scarcity
The sun keeps rising
There are sightings all the time
But uncompliant eyes
Make colours hard to find
Well, I'd heard tales of orange May skies
And turquoise oceans from poems I'd read (Poems I'd read)
But the day that grey caught my eye
Was when shades became colours to me
It was underneath the moon (Underneath the moon)
That I saw a hue, of magenta blue (Of magenta blue)
What could I do
I did not get to chose
I didn't mean to exclude
But I saw, at least I saw
And if I live my whole life through
And blue is all I knew
It would still be better than never having seen at all
I'd heard tales of orange May skies
And turquoise oceans from poems I'd read
But the day that grey caught my eye
Was when shades became colours to me
I'd heard tales of orange May skies
And turquoise oceans from poems I'd read (Poems I'd read)
But the day that grey caught my eye
Was when shades became colours
Like olden day lovers
When shades became colours to me
That's when shades became colours
Please give back the others
When shades became colours to me