Josh Pyke - When your colours go

^CI am the colour of an autumn ^Fflurry of ^Amleaves in a breeze for you And ^DmI am a study in ^Amhues of grey and the ^Gblue of a broken ^Fday for you ^COh the hurry, the press of your ^Fbody in the ^Amembers of an afternoon Now I ^Dmspend my money on ^Amsomething stupid, ^Gtrying to believe I be^Dmlong to you ^G

^GOh when the colours go, when the ^Ccolours go they ^Fwon't come back You ^Cstrip me right,^G you strip them right out so ^Cmaybe you would ^Fwelcome that And ^CI don't ^Gknow where your colours go, but if your ^Ccolours go I ^Fwon't come back I ^Cwon't come ^Fback, but ^Emmaybe you would welcome ^Gthat

^COh we linger in the cold ^Fcomfort of each ^Amother in your bedroom And ^Dmwe are the colour of ^Amsomething borrowed, ^Gtrying to believe we're ^Dmsomething new

And ^Goh when the colours go, when the ^Ccolours go they ^Fwon't come back You ^Cstrip me right,^G you strip them right out so ^Cmaybe you would ^Fwelcome that And ^CI don't ^Gknow where your colours go, but when your ^Ccolours go I ^Fwon't come back You ^Cstrip me right,^G you strip me right out so ^Cmaybe you would ^Fwelcome that I ^Cwon't come ^Fback, but ^Emmaybe you would welcome ^Gthat

^Bb And in this ^Amgarden we we^Cre barely kept^{F F/E Bb} So maybe ^Ammore should be ^Dless ^{D F} We're only ^Emantique ^Amblooms, on an ^Dunmade b^Ced ^C

And ^Goh when your colours go, when your ^Ccolours go I ^Fwon't come back You ^Cstrip me right,^G you strip them right out so ^Cmaybe you would ^Fwelcome that And ^CI don't ^Gknow where your colours go, but when your ^Ccolours go they ^Fwon't come back You ^Cstrip me right,^G you strip me right out so ^Cmaybe you would ^Fwelcome that And ^CI don't ^Gknow where your colours go, but when your ^Ccolours go they ^Fwon't come back They ^Cdon't come ^Fback, and ^Emmaybe you would welcome ^Gthat

And ^CI am the colour of an autumn ^Fflurry of ^Amleaves in a breeze for you And ^DmI am a study in ^Amhues of grey and the ^Gblue of a broken ^Cday for you