White Paper

The different shades of white Are in my head tonight What happened to the colours of fire? What happened to the colours? She is painting forty different shades of white On white paper On white paper Glowing happiness arrived the day Baby came to stay And all is well in the new world I, on the other hand, Can't seem to settle down My eyes hurry not to see her falling away from me I'm painting forty different shades of green For all I'm worth, on yesterday's paper But innocence is never news The black keeps bleeding through Only to reveal our worldly blues Doesn't seem so long since we were young Oh, when we were young When we were young I see families walking in the park Who seem quite happy to live this way She asks me, What's the matter darling? You're suddenly grey. You don't look well The arms of another It's my idea of hell So shout if you find a way back to the light and air Laughing and changing the subject Ain't gonna get you there The different shades of white Fill my head tonight What happened to the colours? What happened to the colours? The different shades of white Are everywhere tonight What happened to the colours of fire? I used to be centre-stage Time I should act my age And watch from the shadowed wings All these beautiful things All these beautiful things Even now My eyes that hurry to see no more are painting, painting Faces of my lost girl