Kristina Train - Dark black

^CI remember ^Emcolours ^Ampainted in my ^Ceyes ^FGreen was for the ^Cspringtime, ^Dmblue the summer s^Gkies ^CAnd now the skies have d^Emarkened, the w^Amhite clouds turn to g^Crey ^FWhat a way to break a ^Cheart, you ^Dmtook all the colours a^Gway

^CDark ^Emblack ^Amis the colour of my l^Cife ^FSince you’ve bee^Cn gone ^DmSince you’ve been^G gone Oh if you ^Ccome b^Emack ^AmMake my whole world br^Cight ^FSince you’ve been^C gone Dark b^Dmlack is the colour of my ^Glife

^CI remember v^Emisions, you ta^Amught me how to s^Cee ^FThe world of your c^Colours was ^Dmright there in front of^G me

^EbOh but what good is a r^Cmainbow, if the pic^Bbture’s in black and in w^Cmhite ^AbOh what good is a fu^Fmture when th^Ebere’s not a colour ^GInside

^FSince you’ve been^C gone ^DmSince you’ve been^G gone Oh if you ^Ccome b^Emack ^AmMake my whole world br^Cight ^FSince you’ve been^C gone Dark b^Dmlack is the colour of my ^Glife Dark ^Cblack^Em Dark b^Amlack ^{C F}Mm^Cmm^Dmmm ^C