It's hard for me to say what I want from   You I have had 22 years of   Trying to form the words that somehow   Might mean I am feeling      So many colors in this distraction   Brown hair makes her lips more red   Words would not describe what I'm seeing   I try to hold my tongue but it's useless      She makes my heart scream color   I know by now she should have found me out, whoa, whoa   And every sense I have has been exhausted   But color makes her smile      She's always waiting for me to speak   But all she hears is whitest noise   Though I may not communicate my heart   She knows the color I'm screaming      She makes my heart scream color   I know by now she should have found me out, whoa, whoa   And every sense I have has been exhausted   But color makes her smile      I feel it coming, I feel it coming   I feel it coming, I feel it coming   I feel it coming, I feel it coming   I feel it coming on, on, on      Whoa, she makes my heart scream color   I know by now she should have found me out, whoa, whoa   And every sense I have has been exhausted   But color makes her smile      Yeah, she makes my heart scream color   She should have found me out, whoa, whoa   And every sense I have has been exhausted   But color makes her smile