Colour Fields Songtext / Lyric

All clear, good Lord

Did well to be ignored

Your falling temperature like cooling kisses



All through your head

A made up water's edge

A summer gone on tabling fabled blisses



And love to see you waving

From the far side of the swim

Gathered in by a waiting troop of the open-hearted

Where colour field meets canvas

And the picture breathes you in

Where all the stories meant for you have already started



Bright girl, dead town

Walking tall but blown around

The secret chainmail gown of your father's blessing






Bright girl, dead town

Open mouths for miles around

I still see you keeping those dough boys guessing



And love to see you waving

From the far side of the swim

Gathered in by a waiting troop of the open-hearted

Where colour field meets canvas

And the picture breathes you in

Where all the stories meant for you have already started



Bright girl, dead town

Bright girl, dead town

Bright girl, dead town

Open mouths for miles around

Bright girl, dead town



Bright girl, dead town

Bright girl, dead town

Bright girl, dead town

Open mouths for miles around

Bright girl, dead town