| | Em | | | B | | | Arpeggio |
| | Em | | | Em | | |
Em | B | ||
I see a red door and I | want | it painted black. |
Em | B | ||
No colours anymore I | want | them to turn black. |
Em | D | G | D | Em | |||||
I | see | the | gir | ls walk | by | dressed | in | their summer |
clothes. |
Em | D | G | D | A | B | |||||
I | hav | e to | tur | n my | head | un | til | my darkness | goes. |
Em | B | ||
I see a line of cars and | they | ’re all painted black. |
Em | B | ||
With flowers and my love both | nev | er to come |
back. |
Em | D | G | D | Em | |||||
I | see | people | tur | n their | hea | ds and | quic | kly look |
away. |
Em | D | G | D | A | B | |||||
Like a | new | born | bab | y | It | just | hap | pens every | day. |
Em | B | ||
I look inside myself and | see | my heart is black. |
Em | B | ||
I see my red door and I must | have | it painted |
black. |
Em | D | G | D | Em | |||||
Maybe | the | n I’ll | fad | e a | way | and | not | have to face |
the facts. |
Em | D | G | D | A | |||||
It’s not | eas | y | fac | ing | up | when | you | r whole |
B | ||
world is | bla | ck. |
Em | B | ||
No more will my green sea go | turn | a deeper blue. |
Em | B | ||
I could not forsee this thing | hap | pening to you. |
Em | D | G | D | Em | ||||
If | I | look | hard | enough | i | nto | the setting sun. |
Em | D | G | D | A | B | ||||||
My | lov | e will | lau | gh with | me | be | fore | the morning | com | es. |
Em | B | ||
I see a red door and I | wan | t it painted black. |
Em | B | ||
No colours anymore I | wan | t them to turn black. |
Em | D | G | D | Em | |||||
I | see | the | gir | ls walk | by | dressed | in their summer |
clothes. |
Em | D | G | D | A | B | |||||
I | hav | e to | turn | my | head | un | til | my darkness | goes. |
| | Em | | | B | | | Em | | | B | | | Em | | | B | | | Em | | | B | | |
Untill fade out Sing along about wanting things to be black |