Colours Testo

Lost among the brambles, those long cross-country rambles.
Your hands stained red, from blackberry picking.
Brave or was it foolish, you took of all your clothes.
Your lips turned blue, from North Sea swimming.

Colours, colours of the summer.
My thoughts are drawn to them still.
The red kite against the blue sky.
My thoughts are drawn to them still.
Race down chimney bank faster than legs can carry you.
Your knees are green, from the tripping and the falling.
Nothing to disturb us, collapsed amonst the corn.
The hazy gold of a lazy summer.

Colours, colours of the summer.
My thoughts are drawn to them still.
The red kite against the blue sky.
My thoughts are drawn to them still.

Colours flash before us, flash before us, flash before us.
Flash before us, flash before us, flash before us.
Flash before us, flash before us, flash before us.
Flash before us, flash before us, flash before us.
Ooooooooh, ooooooooh, ooooooooh.
Ooooooooh, ooooooooh, ooooooooh.
Ooooooooh, ooooooooh, ooooooooh.
Flash before us, flash before us, flash before us.