The Colours
Sneaky Sound System Lyrics


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It hits me, hits me, hits me
Hits me, hits me, hits me
It hits me, hits me, hits me
It hits me, hits me, hits me

Are we waiting for another break?
Or do we leave it in the hands of fate?
Trust what we had before
As you walk through an open door

I thought that we, we had something
Turns out to be, we had nothing
Again and again and again
I wish the tears fall away

And it hits me, hits me, hits me
That there is nothing left to say
And the colours, colours, colours
Well, they just fade themselves away

And it hits me, hits me, hits me
That there is nothing left to say
And the colours, colours, colours
Well, they just fade themselves away

Are we waiting for another break?
Or do we leave it in the hands of fate?
Trust what we had before
As you walk through an open door

I thought that we, we had something
Turns out to be, we had nothing
Again and again and again
I wish the tears fall away

And it hits me, hits me, hits me
That there is nothing left to say
And the colours, colours, colours
Well, they just fade themselves away

And it hits me, hits me, hits me
That there is nothing left to say
And the colours, colours, colours
Well, they just fade themselves away

And the colours, colours, colours
Well, they just fade themselves away
Colours, colours, colours
Colours, colours, colours

And it hits me, hits me, hits me
That there is nothing left to say
And the colours, colours, colours
Well, they just fade themselves away

And it hits me, hits me, hits me
That there is nothing left to say




And the colours, colours, colours
Well, they just fade themselves away

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Sneaky Sound System's "The Colours" depict a sense of resignation and acceptance to the end of a relationship. The repetition of "hits me" throughout the song emphasizes the emotional impact of this end, and the rhetorical question of whether to wait for another break or to leave it to fate suggests a desire to move on but also a reluctance to let go completely. The singer urges themselves to trust in what they had before as they walk through an open door, but the repetition of "turns out to be, we had nothing" hints that this trust has already been betrayed. The lyrics end with a wistful yet serene acceptance that the colors of the relationship - its vibrancy and energy - have faded away, and that there is nothing left to say.


Overall, the lyrics of "The Colours" reflect a dynamic of emotional struggle and acceptance that is relatable to anyone who has gone through the end of a significant relationship. The song ultimately suggests that the pain of loss can eventually be tempered by a sense of release and letting go.


Line by Line Meaning

It hits me, hits me, hits me
The feeling hits the singer repeatedly, over and over again.


Hits me, hits me, hits me
The feeling hits the singer repeatedly, following them wherever they go.


It hits me, hits me, hits me
The feeling is so strong that it keeps hitting the singer.


It hits me, hits me, hits me
The feeling is causing the artist to be overwhelmed and consumed.


Are we waiting for another break?
Is the artist waiting for another chance to fix the situation?


Or do we leave it in the hands of fate?
Should the singer leave the situation up to destiny?


Trust what we had before
The singer wants to rely on what they had in the past.


As you walk through an open door
As the artist moves on to something new.


I thought that we, we had something
The artist believed that they shared a connection with someone.


Turns out to be, we had nothing
In reality, the connection wasn't as strong as the artist thought.


Again and again and again
The singer keeps experiencing disappointment.


I wish the tears fall away
The artist wants to stop feeling sad and move on.


That there is nothing left to say
The singer has already said everything they can, and there's nothing more to add.


And the colours, colours, colours
The vibrant elements of life.


Well, they just fade themselves away
These vibrant elements disappear and become dull.


Colours, colours, colours
The various aspects that make life interesting.




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