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Artist/Band:
Deniece Pearson
Lyrics for Song: The Colours Of You
Lyrics for Album: Demo Tracks [2013]
Don't say the word
Baby, hear what I'm saying
Know the truth has yet to be heard
Not a game that we're playing
And you're everywhere
A song that I sing to, oh
Beyond the air
The one I belong
Every sound that I hear
Is bringing your voice through
Ninety stories of glass
They are reflect to you
You're everywhere
(nothing less or too much) mmm
(can't compare when we're making love) we're making love
It's like we'll make enough
All the colours of you
You're everywhere
(everywhere that I look) mmm
(reflects feeling just backing me)
Baby, all I say
All the colours of you, mm
The colours of you
Out on the street
And the church bells ringing
In the face of a scent of the breeze
That's where you're living
You're in my head
A prayer I repeated
You're the sun in my sky
You're the reason that I keep on breathing
You're everywhere
(nothing less or too much) mmm
(can't compare when we're making love) making love
It's like we'll make enough
All the colours of you
You're everywhere
(everywhere that I look) mmm
(reflect feeling just backing me)
Baby, all I say
All the colours of you
Ooh, the colours
In the humble of the traffic, in the sidewalk steam
In the dirt, in the noise, in the sweet ice cream
In the face of a boy on the subway train
In the lights on a taxi saying your name
In the hiss of a bus at the terminal stop
In the cry of a child when the gum goes pop
In the sound of a factory stare
You're there, you're there (oh woh oh oh)
Nothing less or too much
Can't compare when we're making love
It's like we'll make enough (ooh ooh ooh)
All the colours of you
You're everywhere
(everywhere that I look) mmm
(reflects feeling just backing me
Baby, all I say
All the colours of you
In the humble of a traffic (nothing less or too much)
In the dirt and the noise (can't compare when we're making love)
In the face of a boy
In the lights on a taxi (it's like we'll make enough)
In the hiss of a bus
In the cry of a child (all the colours of you)
In the sound of a factory stare
You're there, you're there
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