The Colour Of Love chords and lyrics - ANDY WHITE

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[Verse 1]
[D]The[G] Colour Of Lov[D]e
[Dsus4][Gsus2][D][G]
They're getting [D]ready
for the motorcycle
tightrope rallies [G]tonight
Susanna [D]combs her long
dark Spanish [G]hair
[D]Looks at herself in the full [Dsus4]-length mirror
[D]She could be going any[Dsus4]where[D]
And the tables are filled
around [G]the town square tonight
Where the [D]Catholic Church
belongs from [Gsus2]7am[Dsus4]
[D]Fernando, he'll be riding [Gsus2]tonight
And he [G]crosses him[D]self
in the four directions of [G]heaven
[D]Thunder and lightning [Gsus2]will
[G]open up the show
[D]The balconies are packed
around the [Gsus2]town square below
And [G]the wires from each corner
[Gsus2]stretching towards the centre
An[G]d the r[Bm]ed -covered tables
[A]are the colour of [Gsus2]blood[G]
Susanna, she says,
[Gsus2]it's the [G]colour of love[D][G]
[D][G]
The fam[D]ilies are getting ready
for [G]the death to find us
But death is [D]often holiday -dressed
in [G]brown and red and black
[D]The lightning lit Susanna's lips
[Gsus2]as she stroll[G]ed across the square
[D]She turned up here,
although it was [G]Reno.
She could [D]be anywhere.
Bass and drums boondocked the [G]beat
to parade her Spanish trolls.
She got his[D]tory in her hair.
She got red [Gsus2]geranium [G]s in her [D]soul.
Lights went [G]on, La Ronda Square.
A plane flew over[D]head.[Dsus4]
And the [G]lightning [D]lit Susana's [Dsus4]lips.
[G]Struck Fernando twi[D]ce.
Left his heart for [G]dead.
And the [Bm]red geranium[A]s
are the colour of [G]blood[Gsus2]
[G]Sus[Gsus2]anna, she[G] says,
[Gsus2]it's the [G]colour of love[Dsus4][D][G][D][G][D][G][Gsus2][G]
[D][G]
Fernan[D]do says he won't go on
[G]being some kind of dead legend
motorcycle'd [D]show
Word goes round he's [G]fallen for
the girl who stopped the show
[D]And the families and the
couples [G]-to -be
grabbed the bikes, put him up for hire
[D]Hung the red geraniums
[G]on the criss -cross motorcycle wires
[D]No one was killed that night
down [G]on the square below
When Susan[D]na rubbed her Spanish
arm[G]s around Fernando
[D]There's no time for modern [G]bullfights,
no time [D]at all[Dsus4][Gsus2]
[G]I s[Gsus2]aid there[G]'s no time[D]
for modern bullfights,
[G]no time at all[D][Dsus4][G][Dsus4]
An[D]d the t[Bm]hundersky turned r[A]ed up a[G]bove
And the [Bm]morning was lit up with [G]love
Susanna always says,
it's the color of blood
[D]The [G]color of lov[D]e
[G]It's the color of [D]blood
[Dsus4]It's the color of l[G]ove[D]
[G]The color of [Dsus4]love

[Interlude 1]
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[D][G][Dsus4][D]
[G][D][Eb][D]

[Verse 2]
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