Colour Fields

Intro: verse 1 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 I'd 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 Where colour field meets canvas And the picture breathes you in Where all the stories meant for you have already started Bridge 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 I'd 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 Bridge 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 I'd 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 Outro 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