I think I'm coming round

Coming round to way of thinking

Trying to find the ground

Somewhere new to stop us slipping



Always , always straight back down

Kicking out the fool

Theres no sense in us going under

Holding on to you

Trying to swim but we're treading water



Always , always straight back down



I think that you're the one , the colour never runs

A hand that heals me over , over today

You take away the grey , bring the colour as it fades

A hand that heals me over



Comfort in the sound

Lift the world from off you shoulders now

Lying on the ground ,

Staring up at a face that haunts you



Always , always straight back down



I think that you're the one , the colour never runs

A hand that heals me over , over today

You take away the grey , bring the colour as it fades

A hand that heals me over



Always , always straight back down



I think I'm coming round

Coming round to way of thinking



Always , always straight back down



I think that you're the one , the colour never runs

A hand that heals me over , over today

You take away the grey , bring the colour as it fades

A hand that heals me over ... again



I think that you're the one , the colour never runs

A hand that heals me over , over today

You take away the grey , bring the colour as it fades

A hand that heals me over