The Colour of Love - Beborn Beton

You take my nerves — you bring me sorrow

I reach out for a hatchet seeking entry

Your time is running out — there’s no excuse

And after all you smile

You try in making fun of me You’re simply irresistable

The colour of your hair is the colour of love

Make me believe that

It all lies in our hands

And when you close your eyes for me I seem to understand

I must admit I miss your smile

But all that lingers on is in my head

All that’s left of you — memories..

So I descend — le souterrain

And I tear down the wall that hides my love

You are still beautiful

The colour of your hair is the colour of love

Make me believe that

It all lies in our hands

And when you close your eyes for me I seem to understand