Lyrics:

My life was coloured, painting pictures out of tuneYou came from nowhere in a songIt might have been the way I laughed, he made the jokesCould only show me what was wrongHe took me flying on his crimson shipHe never left me his numberHe took me flying on his crimson shipThen he was gone and I wonderedWho put the knots on all the crosses on the hill?Why did the old man wash his hands?Who grew the flower that was big enough to kill?And blew the trumpet in the van, a-anHe took me flying on his crimson shipHe never left me his numberHe took me flying on his crimson shipThen he was gone and I wonderedOh-oh, oh-ohWhen they were busy throwing kisses at the moonA father lost his mother's sonAnd though they knew the resurrection would be soonThe time was spent, they carried on, o-onHe took me flying on his crimson shipHe never left me his numberHe took me flying on his crimson shipThen he was gone and I wonderedWondered Wondered Wondered . . . . .