Tuesday, March 25
I am grey, still on the page
Just an outline, sketchy but fine
If green is chasing the hills over miles
If blue is pursuing the sky
If the red of your heart doesn't mind
Where to begin to colour me in
Something new and nothing to do
I'm just the idea
I must be real cause somehow I feel
That I'm just the idea
Let's share the blue of the towering sky
The green of the hills that run by
Leave the red of your heart to decide
If you cannot choose which colour to use
I'll always wait, it's never too late
Today or next year
I'll always be near
if you want to colour me in
