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