Unmistakably, he'll return alive
His colors ought to show again-

Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and
No, blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and
No, blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and
No, blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and
No, blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and
No, blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and
No, blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and
No, blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and
No, blue and green and yellow and red; these aren't the colors i should see

FM comes in different colors, i believe
In the sewing machine I've lost myself
Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
Color-coded by the love he gave to me

Ah, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio
Pressing spotted fabric on an ironing board
Losing bobbins under tables, is it so?
Every day it feels like seams are more than torn