Well now, grow your leaves, young summer
Don't tell me where you've been and gone
Where you go when it's all over
We get wired to belong

I need you
To bring back my colors again
In my eyes
Bring back the colors again

Over dry bones to the mountains
Where the rains are letting go
If I ever could go with you
Be the far side of the storm

To see you
Bring back the colors again
See the hour
You bring back the colors again

When we're stuck in repetition
Of the words we keep so near
It's just the ballad of my own voice
And the echoes that I hear

To see you
Bring back the colors again
See the hour
You bring back the colors again

As we're twisting through our anger
As we're sweating where we lie
As we're sleeping on the one thing
To be civil 'fore we die

I need you
To bring back the colors again
In my eyes
Bring back the colors again