I was wrong

It creeps on back

Through colored glass

Through colored glass

I'll paint out the sun again

To say

I wouldn't change a thing

I wouldn't change a thing

(I wouldn't change a few things)

(I wouldn't change a few things)

I was wrong

It creeps on back

Through colored glass

(Come with me)

I'll paint out the sun again

To say

I wouldn't change a thing

I wouldn't change a thing

(Come with me)

I'm here once again

And I'm dealing

And I'm feeling the pain

So who takes the fall again

(Come with me)

(Come with me)

I, I, I was wrong

It creeps on back

Through coloured glass

Through coloured glass