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.