Текст песни
[Verse 1] You left your blue cup by the kitchen sink With a paper map and a loose gold ring I took the long way past the corner store Where we bought peaches in a cardboard box before Your old red bicycle leaned against the gate The neighbor's radio played while I waited I wrote your number on my grocery list Then crossed it out, but I still know every digit [Pre-Chorus] If you call, I won't ask where you've been I'll meet you where the warm day begins No grand promise, no perfect plan Just your hand finding mine again [Chorus] Come back into the color, color We got a little life to recover, recover One step, two hearts, let the good times start You and me, picking up the scattered parts Come back into the color, color Turn the quiet into something louder No looking back, let the open road run We were made for another summer sun [Verse 2] I found your postcard underneath my coat A crooked little boat and a line you wrote You said the sea makes every distance small So I took the train until I heard you call At the station, you were laughing in the heat With a yellow suitcase leaning by your feet We didn't need to explain the years The first hello dissolved them in our tears [Pre-Chorus] If you call, I won't ask where you've been I'll meet you where the warm day begins No grand promise, no perfect plan Just your hand finding mine again [Chorus] Come back into the color, color We got a little life to recover, recover One step, two hearts, let the good times start You and me, picking up the scattered parts Come back into the color, color Turn the quiet into something louder No looking back, let the open road run We were made for another summer sun [Bridge] Maybe we were only taking the scenic route Maybe the lost years had to lead us out Now every window is open wide And there's enough room for both our sides [Final Chorus] Come back into the color, color We got a little life to recover, recover One step, two hearts, let the good times start You and me, picking up the scattered parts Come back into the color, color Turn the quiet into something louder No looking back, let the open road run We were made for another summer sun [Outro] Another summer sun Your hand finding mine again Come back into the color
