(Rodney Crowell)

Colors of your heart like the colors on a pinwheel
Spinning around turning away
Colors of your eyes tell me you're changing
Tell me you're leaving and that it's too late to try.

Diamonds and sand slide through your hands like you've done through mine
Did I look away or did I never say how I needed you
Colors of your heart like the places you're going
There's no way of knowing what did I do so wrong.

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Diamonds and sand slide through your hands like you've done through mine
Did I look away or did I never say how I needed you
Colors of your eyes like the blues in a bottle
They taking you down let them wash you away...