Purple - Feeder

I think I´m coming round
Coming round to way of thinking now
Trying to find the ground
Somewhere new to stop us slipping

Always, always straight back down

Kicking out the fool
There´s no sense in us going under now
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, 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
Reaching out a hand
Course there´s no life without the purple
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 awya the grey, bring the colour as it fades
A hand that heals me over, over again

Always, always straight back down
I think I´m coming round
Coming round to a way 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, 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, over