When Your Colours Go - Josh Pyke

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 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

We’re 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

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