Jp Cooper - Colour me in gold

^Gmmaj7You colour me in^Dmaj7 gold. ^Gmmaj7Lips like petals on my ^Dmaj7throat. ^Gmmaj7And those fingertips like^Dmaj7 paintbrush strokes, ^Cmaj7paperboats, ^Bmsoftly float, like a s^Aong we wrote.^C#dim

^Gmaj7But summer comes and^Dmaj7 summer goes. ^Gmaj7You change your hair, you ^Dmaj7change your clothes. ^Gmaj7The books you read^Bm help you explore ^Athe world that you believed in^{C#dim Gmmaj7}once before.^Dmaj7

^Gmmaj7You colour me in^Dmaj7 gold. ^Gmmaj7Kiss the freckles on m^Dmaj7y nose. ^Gmmaj7With those blood red pom^Dmaj7egranate lips ^Cmajtaking sips, ^Bmhand on hip. Your face could l^Aaunch a thousand ships.^C#dim

^Gmaj7But winter comes and ^Dmaj7brings the snow. ^Gmaj7You change your job,^Dmaj7 you change your home. ^Gmaj7Still reading books ^Bmabout the ghost ^A#maj7of a world you can't be living^{Gdim Em}anymore.