I wake up just to go back to sleep
I give up and drift away for a week
'Cause from the comfort of my bed my sane head stays on
Because I can't help but feel like me and the real world don't get on
I get up, I'm still not sure what for
So pent up I brush my gums redraw
But when I stare in my mirror I see a brief glimmer of hope
But then I noose up my tie and swiftly realise I can't cope
Life is boring, I'm filled with constant mourning over what it could be
But death seems duller, so I fill in the colour with something better than misery
I won't paint it in black and white, I'll paint it in colour
I won't paint it in black and white, I'll paint it in colour
I go out just to come back home
I work out, oh yeah, I'm best served on my own
On a slab or a platter, it really don't matter in the end
I've been gobbled up, swallowed whole, by the world a while ago my friend
Life's a struggle, a raindrop in a puddle getting slowly drained away
And death's the gutter so don't pull down the shutter and paint your life another grey
And don't paint it in black and white, paint it in colour
No don't paint it in black and white, paint it in colour
Well, change seems strange but I fail to arrange anything other
And this runaway train that I fail to reclaim, I can't recover
So I could drag my feet as I walk down the street, or discover
I could paint it in black or white, or I could paint it in colour
I won't paint it in black and white, I'll paint it in colour
I won't paint it in black and white, I'll paint it in colour
I won't paint it in black and white, I'll paint it in colour
I won't paint it in black and white