Colors surround all that make all these dreams of mine real.
But all that I've found is a reason for why I am here.
Women and Children they run from the feelings inside.
And everyone's looking for problems and secrets to hide.

And I've been winded before,

So I talk it out and I walk it out to your door,

To your door.



Colors surround all that make all these dreams of mine real.


I lay on the couch with my dreams and the smell of her hair.

'Cause when she's around I don't wanna be nowhere but there.



And I've been winded before,

So I talk it out and I walk it out to your door,

To your door.



And I've been winded before,

So I talk it out and I walk it out to your door,

To your door.