Technicolour
You've seen the sky through my eyes
You've seen beyond the blue and white
I've seen the different shades of you
I've seen your darkness and your light too
Oh no, oh oh no
Let's not go kidding ourselves, let's not go kidding ourselves
Oh no, oh oh no
We're strangers at best
And oh what a feeling it was
To blend all our colours into one
To tag our love all over the walls
And break all the technicolour laws
And oh what a feeling it was
To blend all our colours into one
To tag our love all over the walls
And break all the technicolour laws
As days carry on we've grown to be
On different wavelengths chromatically
You tend to draw inside the lines
You got diluted all the time
Oh no, oh oh no
Let's no go kidding ourselves, let's not go kidding ourselves
Oh no, oh oh no
We're strangers at best
It felt so free
We're cleaning up this speckled mess now
It felt so free
We're cleaning up this speckled mess now
And oh what a feeling it was
To blend all our colours into one
To tag our love all over the walls
And break all the technicolour laws
And oh what a feeling it was
To blend all our colours into one
To tag our love all over the walls
And break all the technicolour laws
It felt so free
You've seen beyond the blue and white
I've seen the different shades of you
I've seen your darkness and your light too
Oh no, oh oh no
Let's not go kidding ourselves, let's not go kidding ourselves
Oh no, oh oh no
We're strangers at best
And oh what a feeling it was
To blend all our colours into one
To tag our love all over the walls
And break all the technicolour laws
And oh what a feeling it was
To blend all our colours into one
To tag our love all over the walls
And break all the technicolour laws
As days carry on we've grown to be
On different wavelengths chromatically
You tend to draw inside the lines
You got diluted all the time
Oh no, oh oh no
Let's no go kidding ourselves, let's not go kidding ourselves
Oh no, oh oh no
We're strangers at best
It felt so free
We're cleaning up this speckled mess now
It felt so free
We're cleaning up this speckled mess now
And oh what a feeling it was
To blend all our colours into one
To tag our love all over the walls
And break all the technicolour laws
And oh what a feeling it was
To blend all our colours into one
To tag our love all over the walls
And break all the technicolour laws
It felt so free
Credits
Writer(s): Marie Claude Sarault, Bourque Teaville
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