Stina Nordenstam Memories Of A Colour
I'm searching for a colour Don't think it's got a name It's something between pink and brown Just like when the sun sets Sometimes when it rains Like it's the first time you see it go down Me and my boat Have been out for years now My collection of china's complete Except for that one piece I won't be satisfied I once held it but it disappeared They've stolen my wallet Now I'm finally broke Now I've finally got nothing to lose Your picture was in it The one thing that you left With that photo I've lost you for good I walk down to the port Take my motorboat And go out and turn the motor off And I listen to the waves I lay very still I try not to think Try not to breathe at all
