The Colours

It hits me, hits me, hits me
Hits me, hits me, hits me
It hits me, hits me, hits me
It hits me, hits me, hits me
Are we waiting for another break?
Or do we leave it in the hands of fate?
Trust what we had before
As you walk through an open door
I thought that we, we had something
Turns out to be, we had nothing
Again and again and again
I wish the tears fall away
And it hits me, hits me, hits me
That there is nothing left to say
And the colours, colours, colours
Well, they just fade themselves away
And it hits me, hits me, hits me
That there is nothing left to say
And the colours, colours, colours
Well, they just fade themselves away
Are we waiting for another break?
Or do we leave it in the hands of fate?
Trust what we had before
As you walk through an open door
I thought that we, we had something
Turns out to be, we had nothing
Again and again and again
I wish the tears fall away
And it hits me, hits me, hits me
That there is nothing left to say
And the colours, colours, colours
Well, they just fade themselves away
And it hits me, hits me, hits me
That there is nothing left to say
And the colours, colours, colours
Well, they just fade themselves away
And the colours, colours, colours
Well, they just fade themselves away
Colours, colours, colours
Colours, colours, colours
And it hits me, hits me, hits me
That there is nothing left to say
And the colours, colours, colours
Well, they just fade themselves away
And it hits me, hits me, hits me
That there is nothing left to say
And the colours, colours, colours
Well, they just fade themselves away