Colour

(Four, four)

(Three, three)

(Two, two)

(One, one)

(Zero, zero)

(Ignition)

(Blastoff)

Yeah

I heard a noise

Ah, you know what I'm sayin'?

I feel the fuss, the fighting, and the violence

Yeah

And I’m thinkin’ to myself

I close my eyes and I think to myself...

Asia

America

Europe

Australia

Jamaica

Africa

It’s the rhythm, it’s the sound

And now I open my eyes and I look for myself

I feel you deep inside of me and uh...

What colour is your heart?

Black?

White?

I see your colour

It's the mixture of colour

Could be a kind of language most people don’t understand

Colour (colour, colour)

Get down

And I’m thinkin’ to myself

It’s the mixture of colours (colours, colours)

Yeah

It’s part of your mind

Yeah

It’s got nothin’ to do with this

Ah, yeah, oh, you say I was thinkin’ to myself

Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that

And I just think to myself (myself, myself, myself, myself, myself)