White Paper

The different shades of white

Are in my head tonight

What happened to the colours of fire?

What happened to the colours?

She is painting forty different shades of white

On white paper

On white paper

Glowing happiness arrived the day

Baby came to stay

And all is well in the new world

I, on the other hand,

Can't seem to settle down

My eyes hurry not to see her falling away from me

I’m painting forty different shades of green

For all I'm worth, on yesterday's paper

But innocence is never news

The black keeps bleeding through

Only to reveal our worldly blues

Doesn’t seem so long since we were young

Oh, when we were young

When we were young

I see families walking in the park

Who seem quite happy to live this way

She asks me, “What’s the matter darling?

You’re suddenly grey. You don’t look well…”

The arms of another

It’s my idea of hell

So shout if you find a way back to the light and air

Laughing and changing the subject

Ain’t gonna get you there

The different shades of white

Fill my head tonight

What happened to the colours?

What happened to the colours?

The different shades of white

Are everywhere tonight

What happened to the colours of fire?

I used to be centre-stage

Time I should act my age

And watch from the shadowed wings

All these beautiful things

All these beautiful things

Even now

My eyes that hurry to see no more are painting, painting

Faces of my lost girl.