You see the world in black and white No colour or light You think you’ll never get it right But you’re wrong… you might The sky could fall, could fall on me The parting of the seas But you mean more, mean more to me Than any colour I can see
If i was a flower growing wild and free All i’d want is you to be my sweet honey bee. And if i was a tree growing tall and greeen All i’d want is you to shade me and be my leaves