Memories of a Color

I'm searching for a color

Don't think it's got a name

It's something between pink and brown

Just like when the sun sets

Sometimes when it rains

Like it's the first time you see it go down

Me and my boat

Have been out for years now

My collection of china's complete

Except for that one piece

I won't be satisfied

I once held it but it disappeared

They've stolen my wallet

Now I'm finally broke

Now I've finally got nothing to lose

Your picture was in it

The one thing that you left

With that photo I've lost you for good

I walk down to the port

Take my motorboat

And go out and turn the motor off

And listen to the waves

I lay very still

I try not to think

Try not to breathe at all