It's hard to find really serious words
Like a painter, I'll make sure
To go straight to the heart
Red like the things you make me
I draw grass green like hope
And like fruit still unripe
And now a bit of blue, like the night
And white like its stars with yellow shades
Red like the things you make me
For storms I don't have the color
Now that it's summer, now that it's love
Red like the things you make me