When Your Colours Go

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 don't 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, oh
Oh, oh

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 me right 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
When only antique blooms on an unmade bed

And, 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

Oh, oh
Oh, oh

And 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