Fishwives - Pink Was the Colour Lyrics

Speaking of love and luck and buses and breakdowns
You were seventeen, it was somewhere between Jozi and Cape Town
She in a freebee T-shirt and talking-kneed jeans
Sitting on the corner expectantly like a waiting room YOU magazine

With hair like a tangle of roadside weeds,
She seemed borne out of dust, a mystical being
But you gave at the knees, your greatest defeat
At the calm in her eyes
O gravity

She invited you over with the promise of ice-cold water
Said, my family's all down in the cemetery, it's just me and my ouma
Her dog asleep in the dirt, plastic chairs in the driveway
You spoke up until 7de Laan time of day

Something unspoken settled between you, soft as a moth in the twilight
She stood and you followed her, singing ladadada
Sy het die doringdraad oopgemaak for you to climb through in the dark
Secret as the veld sounds waking around you, she took you up into her arms

A warm erupted the dust all around you
And the salt of her kiss had you wet - right down to your knees

Too soon came the sound of the bus in the town
She pulled away and knelt to the ground
And picked up a stone in the light of the moon
And handed it over to you

Said it's pink for girl and pink for love
Pink was the colour that you couldn't get enough of
You believed she was some kind of mystical being

But the stone is the proof of your memory's truth
It burns a hole in your chest and you ache - for the sound of her singing