Colors

Well now grow your leaves young summer
Don't tell me where you've been and gone
Where you go when it's all over
We get wired to belong

I need you to bring back my colors again
In my eyes, bring back the colors again

Over dry balls to the mountains
The rains are letting go
If I ever could go with you
Be the far side of the storm

To see you bring back the colors again
See the hour you bring back the colors again

When we're stuck in repetition
Of the words we keep so near
It's just a ballad of my own voice
And the echoes that I hear

To see you bring back the colors again
See the hour you bring back the colors again

As we're twisting through our anger
As we're sweating where we lie
As we're sleeping on the one thing
To be civil 'fore we die

I need you to bring back the colors again
In my eyes, bring back the colors again