Text: Barcelona. Colors.

It?s hard for me to say what I want from
You I have had 22 years of
Trying to form the words that somehow
Might mean I am feeling

So many colors in this distraction
Brown hair makes her lips more red
Words would not describe what I?m seeing
I try to hold my tongue, but it?s useless

She makes my heart scream color
I know by now she should have found me out
Every sense I have has been exhausted
But color makes her smile

She?s always waiting for me to speak
But all she hears is whitest noise
Though I may not communicate my
Heart she knows the color I?m screaming

She makes my heart scream color
I know by now she should have found me out
Every sense I have has been exhausted
But color makes her smile

I feel it coming (x6)
I feel it coming on

She makes my heart scream color
I know by now she should have found me out
Every sense I have has been exhausted
But color makes her smile