Lack of Colour

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The first time I listened to the album, I really liked Death Cab for Cutie. My teenage hood thanks them a lot.

Lack of Colour – Death Cab for Cutie Lyrics

And when I see you, I really see you upside down
But my brain knows better, it picks you up and turns you around
Turns you around, turns you around

If you feel discouraged when there’s a lack of color here
Please don’t worry lover, it’s really bursting at the seams
From absorbing everything the spectrum’s A to Z.

This is fact not fiction for the first time in years
All the girls in every girlie magazine can’t make me feel any less alone,
I’m reaching for the phone to call at 7:03 and on your machine,
I slur a plea for you to come home.
But I know it’s too late, and I should have given you a reason to stay
Given you a reason to stay; given you a reason to stay;
Given you a reason to stay

This is fact not fiction for the first time in years

_____

When the seasons change, it always feels as if the colours of nature has faded little by little. The sky, the leaves on the trees and the way the colours of the building appear in the sun see a lack of colour. Almost like staring at a water colour painting that has dried and faded out over time. In the background every so often seems to be the sound of a siren alarm on the road and the wind outside. The streets are painted with dry brown leaves scattered around and people are always in a hurry. Remembering to live is to breathe in the air that you can’t see. Faith over fear is knowing that what our eyes cannot see, our heart will always be able to.

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