I was wrong
It creeps on back
Through colored glass
Through colored glass

I'll paint out the sun again
To say
I wouldn't change a thing
I wouldn't change a thing

(I wouldn't change a few things)
(I wouldn't change a few things)

I was wrong
It creeps on back
Through colored glass
(Come with me)

I'll paint out the sun again
To say
I wouldn't change a thing
I wouldn't change a thing

(Come with me)

I'm here once again
And I'm dealing
And I'm feeling the pain
So who takes the fall again
(Come with me)
(Come with me)

I, I, I was wrong
It creeps on back
Through coloured glass
Through coloured glass