The Colour In Anything - James Blake

On your island, there’s no weather warning

There’s no sudden showers

There’s no certain powers, no

All I wanted was to carry you for aching

And how I told you what I’d do

If one day I woke and couldn’t find the colour in anything

All I thought it was worth

Was to mend things, are so breaking

And how I chased the glory

How I wanted to carry you for aching

And how I told you what I’d do

If one day I woke and couldn’t find the colour in anything

You must not be looking

You must not be trying like I’m trying

I can’t always help you

But I can listen for the sounds you’re making

And how I loved your story

How I wanted to follow you and paint it

And how I told you what I’d do

If one day I woke and couldn’t find the colour in anything

You must not be looking

You must not be trying how I’m trying

You must not be looking

You must not be trying like I’m trying

I can’t always help you