YOU ARE THE MOST WHITE COLOUR OF MY THOUGHT
A KID THAT WALKS WITH THE HANDS
A WOMAN THAT HER DREAM, KILLED
AND BEFORE EVERYONE FOUND OUT, (SHE) SENT IT TO THE STARS
YOU ARE THE MOST WHITE COLOUR OF MY THOUGHT
A SONG I WAS ALWAYS AFRAID TO WRITE
THE SMELL OF A FORGOTTEN SEA
THAT WETS OVER ONLY THOSE THINGS I WANTED TO BURN
IF YOU WANT TO FIND ME
TO PLAY, TO FEEL, TO LIVE
AND IF (IT COMES TO IT) YOU CANNOT
DON'T GO AWAY, DON'T VANISH
AND IF THE SILENCE THAT SURROUNDS YOUR BEAUTY
IN THE END, JOINS YOUR RAGE WITH RAIN
AND (THEN) BECOMES (A) VERSE THAT FORGETS YOUR NAME
AND IT COMES AGAIN WHEN YOU COME TOO
YOU WILL ALWAYS BE THE WHITE COLOUR OF MY THOUGHT
A KID THAT WALKS WITH THE HANDS
A WOMAN THAT HER DREAM, KILLED
AND BEFORE EVERYONE FOUND OUT, (SHE) SENT IT TO THE STARS
IF YOU WANT TO FIND ME
TO PLAY, TO FEEL, TO LIVE
AND IF (IT COMES TO IT) YOU CANNOT
DON'T GO AWAY, DON'T VANISH