Colors

It's hard for me to say what I want from You I have had 22 years of Trying to form the words that somehow Might mean I am feeling So many colors in this distraction Brown hair makes her lips more red Words would not describe what I'm seeing I try to hold my tongue but it's useless She makes my heart scream color I know by now she should have found me out, whoa, whoa And every sense I have has been exhausted But color makes her smile She's always waiting for me to speak But all she hears is whitest noise Though I may not communicate my heart She knows the color I'm screaming She makes my heart scream color I know by now she should have found me out, whoa, whoa And every sense I have has been exhausted But color makes her smile I feel it coming, I feel it coming I feel it coming, I feel it coming I feel it coming, I feel it coming I feel it coming on, on, on Whoa, she makes my heart scream color I know by now she should have found me out, whoa, whoa And every sense I have has been exhausted But color makes her smile Yeah, she makes my heart scream color She should have found me out, whoa, whoa And every sense I have has been exhausted But color makes her smile