On a guilt trip round the world she took the fake men to heart
Held the earth for to long now were all falling apart
Wish you werent so pesimistic then maybe we'd escape
Insead of falling down so hard with all the things we hate

then im more than a man
or a creep with a plan
your the worlds world and now ill see your colours
she drowns out the sound with a resentful crowd and sees there colours

Talks more and more with her head out the door
beauty and silence found down to the core
gotta be real as real is me and im your god
Sound of a angel real as shit and shes dreamin

top of the world but not quite loved
there in shock
finally seen for the gurl that uve been and they love your colours
just like the rest i just want the best and i love your colours