My true love, in the first hours of the dawn
Rolls over to check his telephone
And in bed, in the last minutes before sleep
He's texting as I slip off into my dreams
Old friends are nothing to worry about
But I feel like I'm fading slowly out of sight
His best friend's so witty and even I can see
That he'd be better off with someone cleverer than me
And I ask myself
Is this love? Is this love?
Color me white as the falling snow
Color me dark as the churning sea
Color me lonely as the whippoorwill calling endlessly
What am I but a dream in the shape of a wife?
What he always wanted to keep him warm at night
Sweet comfort to sip at that stays stable on the shelf
His head lies on my breast while his mind lies somewhere else
And I ask myself
Is this love? Is this love?
Color me blue as a bowerbird's eye
Color me bright as a firefly
Color me lonely as the whippoorwill with her haunted cry
Color me red as the velvet rose
Color me silver as the moonlit sea
Color me anything that brings your far-off gaze to fall back on me
And Robyn sings into my headphones
Is this love?
Is this love?
Is this love?
Is this love?
All bonny, bonny sang the morning thrush
From where she sat perched in yonder bramble bush
My love, sit by and listen to her sing
"I never wanted much; all I ever wanted was him"
Color me black as the dead of night
Color me yellow as the candlelight
Color me lonely as the whippoorwill in her yearning flight
Color me gold as the morning sun
Color me green as the willow trees
Color me anything that brings your far-off gaze to fall back on me
And Robyn sings into my headphones
Is this love?
Is this love?
Is this love?
Is this love?
Is this love?
Is this love?