Paroles de Colors Of A Bruise

You're a child, crayon in hand You're out of line again And your colors are untrue You make the border disappear Like it was never there To justify the things you do The red comes washing down And this time there's no white to be found I'm reaching out to you To try and take your color So grab your paintbrush Now's the time to showcase your pain And all inferiority Your eyes, they speak Your eyes they meet everything and everyone They feel your sense of jealousy The red comes washing down This time there's no white to be found I'm reaching out to you To try and take your color To try and take your color