I paint my memory of you
with colours so brightTill it becomes something new,
oh just bittersweet liesI think of you fondly
not as you wereBut who you could be
if only you were in love
If only you were in love
I paint my memory of you
with colours so brightTill it becomes something new,
oh just bittersweet liesI think of you fondly
not as you wereBut who you could be
if only you were in love