The Colour Of Love (Beborn Beton)

You take my nerves, you bring me sorrow I reach out for a hatchet seeking entry Your time is running out, there's no excuse And after all you smile You try in making fun of me You're simply irresistible The colour of your hair is the colour of love Make me believe that It all lies in our hands And when you close your eyes for me I seem to understand I must admit I miss your smile But all that lingers on is in my head All that's left of you, memories So I descend - le souterrain And I tear down the wall that hides my love You are still beautiful The colour of your hair is the colour of love Make me believe that It all lies in our hands And when you close your eyes for me I seem to understand