Coloured by Thoughts

I can't erase you, I can't forget the words you said

I can't replace you, I can't find comfort in my bed

Ours is a story, framed by the worst of what we did

And you just ignore me

While I make a final bid

Don't you regret a thing?

Do you remember how to sing?

Or is it all buttons and faders now?

Do you feel the misery?

Did you lose something in me?

Lost in the battle

Wish you could settle down and see

I'm still your black hole blue eyed baby I'm still the

Edge you dare to hold I've got a pocket full of sunshine

At the right time, I'll be there

Whenever you decide to turn home

Brown-eyed girl, pick up the phone

Brown-eyed girl, pick up the phone

I can't erase you

I can't forgive the things you did

I can't even face you

I can't uncover things you hid

Ours is a story

Colored by thoughts we didn't speak

You just ignore me

This is the fourth and final week

Don't you regret a thing?

Do you remember how we sang Old of soul old of heart old of thought

Do you feel the sorrow too Or did I break something in you

Deep in the battle wish you could settle down and see

I'm still your black hole blue eyed baby

I'm still the edge you dare to hold

I've got a pocket full of sunshine

At the right time I'll be there

Whenever you decide to turn home

Brown-eyed girl, pick up the phone

I've got a feeling

I've got a feeling deep inside I've got a feeling There's a lot more

You tried to hide I've got a feeling I've got a feeling deep inside

This ain't over

Till I accept what you decide

I'm still your black hole

Blue eyed baby

I'm still the edge you dare

To hold

I've got a pocket full of sunshine

At the right time

I'll be there whenever you decide to turn home

Brown-eyed girl, pick up the phone

Brown-eyed girl, pick up the phone