You colour me in gold
Lips like petals on my throat
and those fingertips like paintbrush strokes
paper boats softly float
like a song we wrote
But summer comes and summer goes
You change your hair you change your clothes
The books you read help you explore
A world that you believed in
once before
You colour me in gold
Kiss the freckles on my nose
with those blood red pomegranate lips
taking sips,hand on hip
Your face could launch a thousand ships
But winter comes and brings the snow
You change your job,you change your home
still reading books about the ghost
of a world you can't be living
anymore
And after all youve been nothing but good to me
and the only way that i can pay you back
is to daily seek those distant memories
while im standing next to you
So,when springtime comes and blossoms grow
come take my hand can we expose
the hideaways the hidden doors
the stories we believed in
the land that we both dreamed in
once before
You colour me in gold