You mean a lot to me 
You've got a heart of gold 
Everything falls apart 
Leaves you in the cold 

Purpose is scaring me 
What if I can't see mine 
Love on the filthy streets is so divine 

You are the colour my dear 
You are the colour my dear 

You mean a lot to me 
You've got a heart of gold 

Once I have found the words 
I'll loosen my hold 

You are the colour my dear 
You are the colour my dear 
You are the colour my dear 
You are the colour my dear 

Fill your life with something else baby 
Fill your life with something else baby 
Fill your life with something else baby 
Fill your life with something else baby 
Fill your life with something else baby 
Fill your life with something else baby 
Fill your life with something else baby 
Fill your life with something else baby 

Fill your life with something else baby 
Fill your life with something else baby 
Fill your life with something else baby 
Fill your life with something else baby 

Fill your life with something else baby 
Fill your life with something else baby 
Fill your life with something else baby 
Fill your life with something else baby.



By Personal Holloway