The Colours

It hits me, hits me, hits me Hits me, hits me, hits me It hits me, hits me, hits me It hits me, hits me, hits me Are we waiting for another break? Or do we leave it in the hands of fate? Trust what we had before As you walk through an open door I thought that we, we had something Turns out to be, we had nothing Again and again and again I wish the tears fall away And it hits me, hits me, hits me That there is nothing left to say And the colours, colours, colours Well, they just fade themselves away And it hits me, hits me, hits me That there is nothing left to say And the colours, colours, colours Well, they just fade themselves away Are we waiting for another break? Or do we leave it in the hands of fate? Trust what we had before As you walk through an open door I thought that we, we had something Turns out to be, we had nothing Again and again and again I wish the tears fall away And it hits me, hits me, hits me That there is nothing left to say And the colours, colours, colours Well, they just fade themselves away And it hits me, hits me, hits me That there is nothing left to say And the colours, colours, colours Well, they just fade themselves away And the colours, colours, colours Well, they just fade themselves away Colours, colours, colours Colours, colours, colours And it hits me, hits me, hits me That there is nothing left to say And the colours, colours, colours Well, they just fade themselves away And it hits me, hits me, hits me That there is nothing left to say And the colours, colours, colours Well, they just fade themselves away