tumn flurry of leaves in a breeze for you.
And I am a study in hues of grey and the blue of a broken day for you. Oh the hurry,
the press of your body in the embers of an afternoon.
Now I spend my money on something stupid,
trying to believe I belong to you.
Oh when the colours go, when the colours go,
You strip me right, you strip them right out,
so maybe you would welcome that.
And I dont know where your colours go but if
your colours go I won't come back.
Oh we linger in the cold com
fort of each other in your bedroom.
And we are the colour of something borrowed,
trying to believe we're something new.
And oh when your colours go,
when your colours go they won't come back.
You strip me right, you strip them right
out so maybe you would welcome that
And I don't know where your colours go but when
your colours go they don't come back.
you strip out so maybe you would welcome that
But maybe you would welcome that.
And in this garden we were barely kep t.
So maybe more should be less.
We're only antique blooms,
when your colours go I won't come back.
You strip me right, you strip me right out
so maybe you would welcome that.
And I don't know where your colours go but when
your colours go they won't come back
You strip me right, you strip me right out
so maybe you would welcome that.
And I don't know where your colours go but when
your colours go they won't come back.
And maybe you would welcome
And I am the colour of an autumn
flurry of leaves in a breeze for you.
And I am a study of hues of grey,
and the blue of a broken day for you.
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