Raspberries
Miscellaneous
Rose Coloured Gla**es
I'm an ivory tower boy
Never quite put down the toys
I always made the best of them all
I see only sunny skies
With the world in my eyes
I never seem to find the crack or the fault
I see it all through rose-coloured gla**es
And I only see what matters to me
I see you all through rose-coloured gla**es, yeah
The one that I chose
Is coloured [1: rose ]
It's a funny sort of haze
All full of dreams of yesterdays
And the dreams are so real you could cry
And you know the gra** is green
On the side you've never seen
And the thought is what helps you get by
As I grow a little more
[unintelligible]
And the bra** ring is slipping away
I will keep the gla**es near
Maybe shed a quiet tear
Maybe smile inside as I say