I think I'm coming round
Coming round to way of thinking
Trying to find the ground
Somewhere new to stop us slipping

Always , always straight back down
Kicking out the fool
There's no sense in us going under
Holding on to you
Trying to swim but we're treading water

Always , always straight back down

I think that you're the one, the colour never runs
A hand that heals me over, over today
You take away the grey, bring the colour as it fades
A hand that heals me over

Comfort in the sound
Lift the world from off you shoulders now
Lying on the ground
Staring up at a face that haunts you

Always , always straight back down

I think that you're the one, the colour never runs
A hand that heals me over, over today
You take away the grey, bring the colour as it fades
A hand that heals me over
Always , always straight back down

I think I'm coming round
Coming round to way of thinking

Always , always straight back down

I think that you're the one, the colour never runs
A hand that heals me over, over today
You take away the grey, bring the colour as it fades
A hand that heals me over... again

I think that you're the one, the colour never runs
A hand that heals me over, over today
You take away the grey, bring the colour as it fades
A hand that heals me over