=Pencil and Colour=

Just a pencil in gray
charcoal on paper sketching
how it was that day
in love with the way
your hands on the table dancing
while mine were smudged in grey

Everything that looks so good from here
drawing from a memory held so dear
drawing from a memory

Strange, this colorless hue
there's something that's missing
and I'm asking me and you
what can we do
we can sit in a circle
filling the spaces with colourful hues

So everything looks so good from here
colouring a memory held so dear
colouring a memory

I was sure I went to heaven
but the feeling didn't last
this portrait of affection's
but a picture of the past
I'd draw again this scene for you
but the colors fade so fast
I'll have nothing left to draw for you
but the futures I've cast

Each colour that you filled resembles a path
from the tenderness of blues to the reds of wrath
no matter where you go they'll follow you
follow you, follow you