The different shades of white |
| Are in my head tonight |
| What happened to the colours of fire? |
| What happened to the colours? |
She is painting forty different shades of white |
| On white paper |
| On white paper |
| Glowing happiness arrived the day |
| Baby came to stay |
| And all is well in the new world |
I, on the other hand, |
| Can't seem to settle down |
| My eyes hurry not to see her falling away from me |
I'm painting forty different shades of green |
| For all I'm worth, on yesterday's paper |
| But innocence is never news |
| The black keeps bleeding through |
| Only to reveal our worldly blues |
Doesn't seem so long since we were young |
| Oh, when we were young |
| When we were young |
I see families walking in the park |
| Who seem quite happy to live this way |
| She asks me, "What's the matter darling? |
| You're suddenly grey. You don't look well…" |
| The arms of another |
| It's my idea of hell |
So shout if you find a way back to the light and air |
| Laughing and changing the subject |
| Ain't gonna get you there |
The different shades of white |
| Fill my head tonight |
| What happened to the colours? |
| What happened to the colours? |
The different shades of white |
| Are everywhere tonight |
| What happened to the colours of fire? |
I used to be centre-stage |
| Time I should act my age |
| And watch from the shadowed wings |
| All these beautiful things |
| All these beautiful things |
Even now |
| My eyes that hurry to see no more are painting, painting |
| Faces of my lost girl. |