The Colours - Sneaky Sound System

It hits me, hits me, hits me

Hits me, hits me, hits me

It hits me, hits me, hits me

It hits me, hits me, hits me

Are we waiting for another break?

Or do we leave it in the hands of fate?

Trust what we had before

As you walk through an open door

I thought that we, we had something

Turns out to be, we had nothing

Again and again and again

I wish the tears fall away

And it hits me, hits me, hits me

That there is nothing left to say

And the colours, colours, colours

Well, they just fade themselves away

And it hits me, hits me, hits me

That there is nothing left to say

And the colours, colours, colours

Well, they just fade themselves away

Are we waiting for another break?

Or do we leave it in the hands of fate?

Trust what we had before

As you walk through an open door

I thought that we, we had something

Turns out to be, we had nothing

Again and again and again

I wish the tears fall away

And it hits me, hits me, hits me

That there is nothing left to say

And the colours, colours, colours

Well, they just fade themselves away

And it hits me, hits me, hits me

That there is nothing left to say

And the colours, colours, colours

Well, they just fade themselves away

And the colours, colours, colours

Well, they just fade themselves away

Colours, colours, colours

Colours, colours, colours

And it hits me, hits me, hits me

That there is nothing left to say

And the colours, colours, colours

Well, they just fade themselves away

And it hits me, hits me, hits me

That there is nothing left to say

And the colours, colours, colours

Well, they just fade themselves away