I wanted to tell you your story in colour
I wanted to splatter your body with colour

We came down from the hills when our feeling was good
Those weeks were an island of colour

They got it all wrong but I know I'm not wrong
His hands and his mouth, three slashes of colour

You were painfully gentle, too soft to make sense
You sparked off a rainbow, a minefield of colour

You sat ten feet away and wrote me a letter
It's strange how your name, how you, have changed colour