Colourblind (G. Kooymans/B. Hay) 2003 Millbrook U.S.A.

Colourblind, risking your life, a brush stroke and a rooftop dive
Eccentric hero in a hooker’s bed, a dog without a leash, a sirloin fed
Breakable heart, I believe you said: if life’s a shadow, gimme a shot in the head
If life’s a shadow, gimme a shot in the head

Colourblind, slightly cock-eyed, the world at your feet in the city tonight
Burning like a flame instead of hanging, like a puppet from a spider’s web
Unbeatable heart, I think you said: if life’s a dream, gimme a shot in the head
If life’s a dream, gimme a shot in the head

Welcome home baby, the skies are red, the clouds are blue and the streets are wet
Welcome home baby, the drinks are free, your face is green in the neon light
Welcome home baby, farewell goodbye

Colourblind, before the paint dries, Saturday night, one more time
Eccentric hero in a hooker’s bed, a dog without a leash, a sirloin fed
Unbeatable heart, I think you said: if life’s a dream, gimme a shot in the head
If life’s a dream, gimme a shot in the head

Welcome home baby, the skies are red, the clouds are grey and the streets are wet
Welcome home baby, the drinks are free, your face is green in the neon light
Welcome home baby, farewell goodbye
Welcome home baby, the skies are red, the clouds are blue and the streets are wet
Welcome home baby, the drinks are free, your face is green in the neon light
Welcome home baby, farewell goodbye