. CHORUS: There's a degree of difficulty in dealing with me. From my haunted past, comes a daunting task of living through memories. If we could just hang a mirror on the bedroom wall
snatch them from this scene and take them to some place they're sure their mother's never been. You could see it in his face As the colour drained away
can see its face It hurts and hurts forever I'm lying in the dept of existence There only walls around me It hurts again,i cant feel my body It was colourful
sleeping, I get healing Thinking of the colour blue When I'm sleeping, I slow down my breathing Living in dreams, dreams that come true Thinking of the colour blue Thinking of the colour
through the frozen Landscape of Scandinavia I am surrounded by The magnificent creation Thy nature truly a testimony Of Thy eternal might Like a wall
Old light and new colours your picture hangs in the night Is this the right time to set one free and go away In the emptiness behind you I will walk about
live, For I'll be your shadow god. Wandering in forgotten temples, Where angels fear to trade. Yelling in between these velvet walls, From where no one
Oldfield Sunlight falling bright over the village garden walls Moonlight showers gold where living water falls People walk in splendour under trees hung
I Behind my walls are my Cats. And behind my Cats is a Peacock singing to me of my death and yours. I said to her "In the silence of an eye, I shall
I stare at the cross hanging on my wall. It's just a memory of days which are behind me The colours blend though violence of lenses of the recess of my
now, pay as you go, Buy now, say hello. You can put a mortgage on your life To enter Shoppers' Paradise. A trade-in for your dignity A lovely colour
we bang for this colour and only this colour Kill any colour, that ain't our colour Get it in your head what's done what's done said Embalmed on the wall
it only brings you pain Say hello to the sun when the morning comes We're climbing up the walls Clutching at your straw Waving to be seen Holding on to dreams Stop living
Elite who don't hear us scream or beg for a halt or Their society aborts 1981 President Reagan and the pope face assassins' Bullets and escape with their lives
Lead Vocal by Greg Well, these late night conversations Leave a strange taste, Like french cigarettes. And these coloured drinks that you keep on throwin
rage But it's one that I can recognise Having never seen the colour of my father's eyes Yes, I dwell in hell, but it's a hell that I can grip I tried
rainbow I'd have it all, I was told But in time, as colours faded Promises I traded for gold Bring me in from the cold And let me live with my soul
Cause where he lives they don't use coloured people Living just enough Just enough For the city Living just enough Just enough For the city Living, just