Colours – Editors – letras

You mean a lot to meYou’ve got a heart of goldEverything falls apartLeaves you in the coldPurpose is scaring meWhat if I can’t see mineLove on the filthy streets is so divineYou are the colour my dearYou are the colour my dearYou mean a lot to meYou’ve got a heart of goldOnce I have found the wordsI’ll loosen my holdYou are the colour my dearYou are the colour my dearYou are the colour my dearYou are the colour my dearFill your life with something else babyFill your life with something else babyFill your life with something else babyFill your life with something else babyFill your life with something else babyFill your life with something else babyFill your life with something else babyFill your life with something else babyFill your life with something else babyFill your life with something else babyFill your life with something else babyFill your life with something else babyFill your life with something else babyFill your life with something else babyFill your life with something else babyFill your life with something else baby.By Personal Holloway