| | | 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 |