You bring new colors here.
With them, I paint my walls...
Don‘t dare to disappear.
You know, when autumn falls
The heart is weak and thin,
It can‘t be held in cold.
That‘s why, when I begin
To fight against the mold
That covers what I feel
And what I tend to think
I need an extra wheel
That‘ll help me not to sink.
Remind me how to laugh
And how to see things through.
Don‘t know, if from above...
But bet it‘s something true.