Give Me Color

I remember it well, that November in the morning when the first snow fell. The trees were bare and the leaves were gone. You came walking through the clouds like an angel does, you took my hand, yes… and I was kissed by the sun. Ooo yeah, you give me color when I am gray. You give me color. You give me color, when I am gray. Wherever you are… wherever you are, I want to go that way. One hundred years if you’re lucky— maybe 75, most spend a lifetime dying to feel alive. I was one of the many, like a ghost in the fog. Reaching for nothing until you came along. Ooo yeah, you give me color when I am gray. You give me color. You give me color, when I am gray. Wherever you are… wherever you are, I want to go that way. Take me somewhere over the rainbow. Lift me up, take me home, home to you. --- Give Me Color - Ian Flanigan