Colour Blind

Over cold coffee cigarettes

she writes down her regrets

All the things she should have said

and the things that should've stayed in her head

Motion pictures

Playing in her head

Her inner-eye is colour blind

She sees in black and white

Silverscreen of the mind

She tells me her days are getting longer

And I should hold on - just be a little stronger

But I kind of miss the darkness

And flickering light

That played motion pictures

In my head

Her inner-eye is colour blind

She sees in black and white

Silverscreen of the mind

Round and round and round and round the film goes

We can't get off, can't get off this merry-go-round

Round and round and round and round the film goes

Through the lens and to the screen in the cinema

That's empty