True Colours (The Storm)

(wilkinson) To be running so far away To rely on the perfect stranger True colours they suffer with age One look at the storm and fly straight on in To the rain and thunder Fool lover swept under the tide The storm was gathering around them He cast her off and put to sea Well, he'd found somebody new to steer him Through his dream She sailed him all around her coastline Every inlet every bay And though he knew it then He was too afraid to say it One day all alone he waited The silence crept beneath his door And as the room grew dark he knew She's come no more Drifting in the dead of night Show me landfall give me light