Colours | Let Babylon Burn

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🎨 We are colours — not seen, but felt.
A live acoustic ballad about the shades people carry — the loud ones, the quiet ones, the broken ones, and the ones still glowing. This is for every soul that left a colour behind.

Let the vibes speak louder than words.

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Lyrics:

There’s a woman in grey, sits alone on the train
Eyes like storm clouds, heart full of rain
Met a boy in red, he moved like fire
Burnt bridges fast, but lit up the choir

Saw a man in black with gold in his eyes
He spoke few words but whispered no lies
And a girl in blue danced through the street
Sadness in rhythm, but her smile was sweet

we all got colours no mirror can show
Some shine bright, some barely glow
It ain’t ‘bout the shade — it’s the light that it throws
You feel their truth in the way their soul flows
Yeah… colours, mi bredren… colours, mi sistren…

Heard a preacher in white, full of pride
But his eyes were hollow, nothing inside
Then a drunk in rust leaned on my door
Told me more truth than a Bible store

Mi mother’s touch was soft like green
Earthy and kind, always kept me clean
Mi father’s laugh was copper and bold
Faded too early, left stories untold

we all got colours, and stories they paint
Some full of sinners, some carried by saints
Some leave a trail, some barely remain
But when you feel them — it’s always the same

colours, not seen — but known
The vibes we carry, the seeds we’ve sown
Let your colour speak loud, even when you're alone
We are colours… not carved in stone


So paint me with silence, or laughter, or flame
Call me by rhythm, not just by name
And when mi time done, let them say with no shame
He was colours… and never the same