Colour me a song Full of yellow and blue Telling what you think I think of you No matter the words That you care to croon I can tell by the beat What shall come soon As the bass plods on The piano on fire Tells all the whole world Of our fading desire The rose on the amp In its vase of pure white Screams of terror coming - Coming later tonight The crying, the shame Brings me onto my knees And I beg you to stop... Please...please...please...