“I wrote a song about Jackson.” He told me that somewhere last year. I cried on the phone. He sent me the lyrics. I was so nervous to hear the song for the first time. From the first chord on the piano I knew, this is it. And it’s beautiful. I don’t think I have managed to listen to it once since then, without crying. People tell me I am strong, but if you put on the right music and the right voice, I am nowhere near strong. I go weak and let it all out. And afterwards I feel better. Music has that power, to touch right into your very soul. I can find so much comfort in it. Thank you Jasper Steverlinck, for putting this song on your new album. I am forever grateful for the support and comfort the song has given me. And now it’s available for all of you to hear and enjoy as well, right here. May it strengthen you when you feel weak. May it comfort you when you are sad. Let it speak when you do not have the words.
LYRICS COLOUR ME BLIND
I’m holding on but now those days are gone
They seem like half forgotten dreams
Where everything was as white as snow
Now the black is in everything
We cannot change it
It is inevitable
But how much longer will it take?
Before we slide into the great unknown
Oh how I know your heart will break
Colour me blind colour me blind
I don’t think I want to know
Colour me blind colour me blind
I don’t think I want to know
My hands are my ears
My fingers are my eyes
I’ll let my memories be my guide
When I fall into the great unknown
I’ll have you here by my side
Colour me blind colour me blind
I don’t think I want to know
Colour me blind colour me blind
I don’t think I want to know
Colour me blind colour me blind
I don’t think I want to know
Colour me blind colour me blind
I don’t think I want to know
But I know, I know, I know
I’m holding on but now those days are gone
They seem like half forgotten dreams
Where everything was as white as snow
Now the black is in everything
‘Colour Me Blind’ is from the album ‘Night Prayer’, out now.
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