Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Colours., artist - Triple One. Date of issue: 02.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Colours. |
| Chemicals in that medical |
| Never knew I should’ve left for you |
| Guess its cool I need to get it through |
| Guess I caught you in an awful mood |
| Not my fault I didn’t talk it through |
| All just messed up, its all just news |
| We lay straight down with twisted views |
| Rapid eye talked our silent truth |
| Rather bang two heads with the skulls in the pan |
| Rather bang two heads with the mighty dam |
| Might be he saw that a' slight of hand |
| Then knocked his jaw silly with a fist full of can |
| Head face first hear the concrete slam |
| Out came his blood like a broken dam |
| Drunk old hitting to a bootleg jam |
| Left my dreams in a box made of sand |
| All I see are these colours |
| We walk with distant others |
| But really what is it all to me |
| Someone help me I’m drowning |
| And these faces all surrounding |
| But you were never looking to me |
| All I see are these colours |
| We walk with distant others |
| But really what is it all to me |
| Someone help me I’m drowning |
| And these faces all surrounding |
| But you were never looking to me |
| Punk telling me to relax |
| Got a passport and a hand full of cash |
| Pack a Dunhill and the clothes on my back |
| Might fly away and then never come back |
| Go to a place where I’d never been seen |
| Where I don’t have a name and don’t have a dream |
| There are no brand names and the air is so clean |
| Forget about life, forget what I’ve been |
| Cause what I’ve been making is feeling like it |
| Wind through the creek got it seeping right in |
| Broken 2 spines but still jump in the end |
| Deeper I get with the harder my head |
| Open my eyes you can see it right here |
| Face to my back like you stabbed in the mist |
| Hating the fact that you been hating the year |
| We just lay back to get swallowed by fear |
| By fear, from the top to the bottom |
| And they don’t do jack sittin' back still watchin' |
| So we gotta move quick, no breaks no stoppin' |
| Finna look down sharp at the mass all rotten |
| Run away far away from the modern |
| Turn back see black and I’m lookin' at Sodom |
| Seeing arm, leg heads fallen off with the choppin' |
| When the smoke clears up I’ll be there still boppin' |
| Cause all I see, is all I know |
| And all I know… is |
| All I see are these colours |
| We walk with distant others |
| But really what is it all to me |
| Someone help me I’m drowning |
| And these faces all surrounding |
| But you were never looking to me |
| All I see are these colours |
| We walk with distant others |
| But really what is it all to me |
| Someone help me I’m drowning |
| And these faces all surrounding |
| But you were never looking to me |
| All I see are these colours |
| We walk with distant others |
| But really what is it all to me |
| Someone help me I’m drowning |
| And these faces all surrounding |
| But you were never looking to me |
| Still, still they sit on the fence |
| Eyes locked with the venomous stare |
| Still, still they sit on the fence |
| Get caught with the pain in my head |
| Still, still they sit on the fence |
| Eyes locked with the venomous stare |
| Still, still they sit on the fence |
| Get caught with the pain in my head |