When Your Colours Go Songtext
von Josh Pyke

I am the colour of an Autumn 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, they won't come back.
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.
I won't come back.
But maybe you would welcome that.
Oh we linger in the cold comfort 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 me right, you strip out so maybe you would welcome that


I won't come back.
But maybe you would welcome that.
And in this garden we were barely kept.
So maybe more should be less.
We're only antique blooms, on an unmade bed.
Oh when your colours go, 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.
They don't come back.
And maybe you would welcome that.
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.