Oh, when the sky runs out of blue, doesn't my heart come back to you? Yellow was the colour of you, or say your smile, the one that brought all my colours back to life. Yellow was the colour of your smile. Pink was the colour of your softening smile, The sun abandoned in that while, the warmth with which you held me through those changing skies. Pink was the colour of your softening smile. Black was the colour of starry nights, the ones I found in your eyes. Black was the colour of those starry nights. But, Blues are the poems left in me of you, Yet it always returns back to blue