Lyrics:

I'll be waitin' at the four way,
Now you wanna come down every Wednesday,
It's gonna be a good lonely night.
Screaming candles, the sky moans,
Gin poured in the styrofoam,
The hot breeze, the summer, the hope of Kathleen.
And it's all I know.
And it's all I want.
The colours of the night.
The darkness around the light.
It's so, so, so like her.
I grumble at the telephone,
A whispered cuss at the break of dawn,
Her hardened heart wasn't in the game plan.
It was a golden braid and an open ear,
A funny joke and a lack of fear,
The cop had a word with the jury, Kathleen.
And it's all I get.
And it's all I want.
The colours of the night.
The darkness around the light.
It's so, so, so like her.
Is he your other friend? By my side?
The burned bed lifted nothing on my mind.
The colours of the night.
The darkness around the light.
It's so, so, so like her.