Colors surround all that make all these dreams of mine real. But all that I've found is a reason for why I am here. Women and Children they run from the feelings inside. And everyone's looking for problems and secrets to hide. And I've been winded before, So I talk it out and I walk it out to your door, To your door. Colors surround all that make all these dreams of mine real. But all that I've found is a reason for why I am here. I lay on the couch with my dreams and the smell of her hair. 'Cause when she's around I don't wanna be nowhere but there. And I've been winded before, So I talk it out and I walk it out to your door, To your door. And I've been winded before, So I talk it out and I walk it out to your door, To your door.