Lletres: Feeder. Picture Of Perfect Youth. Purple.

I think I'm coming round
Coming round to way of thinking now
Trying to find the ground
Somewhere new to stop us slipping

Always, always straight back down

Kicking out the fool
There's no sense in us going under now
Holding on to you
Trying to swim but we're treading water

Always, always straight back down

I think that you're the one, the colour never runs
A hand that heals me over, over today
You take away the grey, bring the colour as it fades
A hand that heals me over, over

Comfort in the sound
Lift the world from off you shoulders now
Lying on the ground
Staring up at a face that haunts you

Always, always straight back down

I think that you're the one, the colour never runs
A hand that heals me over, over today
You take away the greyv, bring the colour as it fades
A hand that heals me over

Always, always straight back down
Reaching out a hand
Course there's no life without the purple
Always, always straight back down

I think that you're the one, the colour never runs
A hand that heals me over, over today
You take away the grey, bring the colour as it fades
A hand that heals me over, over again

Always, always straight back down
I think I'm coming rround
Coming round to a way of thinking
Always, always straight back down

I think that you're the one, the colour never runs
A hand that heals me over, over today
You take away the grey, bring the colour as it fades
A hand that heals me over, over again

I think that you're the one, the colour never runs
A hand that heals me over, over today
You take away the grey, bring the colour as it fades
A hand that heals me over, over