Softy crying coloured tears
Coloured darkness, coloured home
Sadly, softly, all alone
She tries to find the way she went
She tries to find the hours spent
She tries to find a coloured heart
That sadly, softly, fell apart
And if you were to ask to her why
She'll turn her head and softly sigh
And if you ask which way to go
She'll softly tell you, "I don't know"
And if you ask her what she's seen
Or who she's known or where she's been
She'll softly close her coloured door
For sadly softly ever more.