Colors - Grace Potter and the Nocturnals

You don’t have to ask me why

Because I know you understand

All the treasures of my life

Are right here in my hand

Suspended in a moment

No more breath to catch

If you hold on to your end

Maybe we can make this last

This is the greatest time of day

When all the clocks are spinning backwards

And all the ropes that bind begin to fray

And all the black and white turns into colors

I don’t want to build a wall

Or draw a line across the sand

Because there’s room for one and all

And this land is our land

Oh, I hope this can go on and on and on

Before the skipping stone hits the surface of the pond

Oh, I know that life is never very long

One second, then one minute, and then it’s gone

This is the greatest time of day

When all the clocks are spinning backwards

And all the ropes that bind begin to fray

And all the black and white turns into colors

You want to sink into the colors on the wall

But all the while, you are the brightest of them all

This is the greatest time of day

When all the clocks are spinning backwards

And all the ropes that bind begin to fray

And all the black and white turns

This is the greatest time of day

When there’s no you and there’s no others

And all the rules grow wings and fly away

And all the black and white turns into colors