Thinking & Feeling

“The world is a tragedy to those who feel, but a comedy to those who think.” Horace Walpole

Sunday 19 July 2009

I’ll find my fish, I’m colourful

This is one of my favourites, from one of my favorite bands.

The Parlotones - Colourful

Honey you’re my favourite
I wonder do you feel the same
honey you’re delicious
I wonder do I taste the same

I’m an old romantic
sitting here clutching my bleeding heart
if I’m not good enough
then I’ve had enough let’s make this fast
who cares I’ll find my fish I’m colourful

I get so nervous I stutter stutter
I am so clumsy I fumble stumble
I’m not some handsome knight in shining armour
I’m colourful, I’m colourful

well honey you’re the reason
for this poet-inspired love affair
honey this is treason the king is gone Rapunzel let down your hair

I’m an old romantic
sitting here clutching my bleeding heart
if I’m not good enough
then I’ve had enough let’s make this fast
who cares I’ll find my fish I’m colourful

I get so nervous I stutter stutter
I am so clumsy I fumble stumble
I’m not some handsome knight in shining armour
I’m colourful, I’m colourful

You lift me up take me higher higher
you fill me up with desire.
You lift me up take me higher higher
you fill me up with desire.

I get so nervous I stutter stutter
I am so clumsy I fumble stumble
I’m not some romance god but does it matter?
I’m colourful, I’m colourful
I’m colourful, I’m colourful

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