They say get your head out of the stars You been begging for the millions and you're living in the past I feel sweet from my wrists down to my feet No more concrete, just a paper plane for me I won't be hoping in the the future I'm busy painting my own picture And off you go, I know you'll dance the night away And I'll be here to keep those memories safe A true colour will always show And a sunflower might sometimes grow A true colour will always show A true colour, a true colour A true colour will always show And a sunflower might sometimes grow A true colour will always show A true colour, a true colour