I wake up this morning and it is 6am,
Wondering in my bed if I would see you again,
I think of you and stare through my window pane,
On the lookout to see if you are coming down the lane.
I spend countless minutes and hours thinking of you,
Wondering if the color of your love is blue,
Blue like ice, blue not red, blue so cool, Perhaps it is a different color or I am just a
I sit in our favorite chair and stare at my bed,
You are not here you are in yours instead,
And I think again if the color of your love is red,
Red like fire, red not blue, red blood red.
When I hold your hands I feel that there is disturbance in between,
Its funny because our hearts accelerate like a mean machine,
Makes me wonder if the color of your love is green,
Green like a forest or a mean green.
I need you in my sight, I need you tonight,
To remind me that the color of your love is also white,
White like a dove, white for peace, white like the moonlight.
Paint me with your love,
Paint me a dove,
Paint me a star,
Paint me a car,
Paint me the moon,
Or just paint yourself in my room.