Colours by Spandan Banerjee Lyrics

The most yearning look any human being could give
Is the look of a baby, removed from its mother's teat.
The same look you give, after we kiss, to me
Eyes piercing my soul, pulse’s off-beat.

The first day - we were dressed in black,
“The colour of mourning” - they say that;
It was a funeral indeed - of our past selves,
The joy creeping in, while the nightmares are shelved…

I have seen you in pink twice - once in both seasons
To not love you in it - I've run out of reasons,
Pink being a mixture of peace and my lovely red,
Psychological warfare! Pink Freud is dead.

From white in black to black in white
The road of colours is bumpy, but feels so right.
Till the day i saw you in red and green,
I had no clue what was left in this world to be seen!
It was a sight for sore eyes,
A clutch - like the Fast and Furious;
It was Scotch for an alcoholic,
Gaped like a pussycat - so curious…
Like gold, the last time seen you in,
You're soft - so within you, I blend in.
I’m no diamond myself - call me Mr. Glass,
Shattered in pieces - liquid, when I see that arse.

You cry rivers of tears, that are not lost in the rain,
Wrapped inside your fears from suffering and pain,
When our eyes, no, lips lock, the Boroline steps in
With all its herbal properties, starts its healing…

It's a limited-overs match - this love, this life;
Let's give in to adrenaline - more sex, less strife;
Open up your heart and oh yes, your thighs
More rivers of emotions, and to be scaled are new heights.