Waking up stone cold Thinking 'bout those old February dreams Thinking 'bout you and me Once we were neighbours Now we're like strangers and you don't come around anymore Still, I see your shape at the door And now I sit and wait for the day I hear the sound Of your voice saying "Son, would you open up for goodness sake" Cause you colour me golden You colour me golden You colour me golden You were my painter Weaving my shades like currents of the sea More than a work of art I was your masterpiece Until I terrorized it and I made a mess of me And I let it be you could see, see it in the lines That I, I wasn't made for myself and I knew it well Cause you colour me golden You colour me golden You colour me golden Colour me golden, golden Colour me golden Till I'm gold