My friend and I, were talking one evening,
Beside some burning wood,
Spoke of a girl he viewed like no other,
Whom he had come to know, I swallowed hard and listened intently,
Always there, it's standing proudly,
When all else falls down,
It's all around you, didn't it find you,
When you said you couldn't be found,
When love calls me, I will be running swiftly,
To find out, just what all the fuss is all about,
Unrelentless, deep in the strangest feelings,
Believe me,
Love is full of wonderful colours
I insist that you pick the wrong one,
Take my confidence to guide you,
Through the fallen hope inside you,
Love is full of wonderful colour
Take my confidence to guide you,