The Story of Our Picture Lyrics

Blue is the colour of the wind
And sad songs, guitar riffs
Then white is winter inside me
Frozen words you can't hear
What's the colour of this affair?
I can't paint if I don't even know your tint.
Your face belongs to black and brown
Autumn sounds, tears and doubts
And what if I add a little bit
Of pinky lips and sweets?

Oh, what's the colour of this affair?
Oh, I can't paint if I Don't even know your tint.

Oh, What's the colour of our love?
Oh, I will paint it and hang above my bed, your bed...