"Technicolor" lyrics

Won't you tell me about the old world singing
Where you never have to close your eyes
Tell me all about the Mystery
And pray that I never learn the same lines

Go and tell about the angels singing
Because we never have to say goodnight
If no one knows what you're talking about
Say it right and they won't think twice

You have a shy kind of mystery
You know that soon I have to go away
100 bucks to the history
To pray that we are allowed to stay

I know one had a woeful temper
And another had a cruel eye
But you found the one the songs are about
Sun's up and your head is held high

You say that love is a long time coming
I say that love's too soon away
But I don't know what I'm talking about
Sun's up but the sky is still grey

I can hear all the old world singing
But I still have to close my eyes
Can they hear me in the old world maybe
Sun's up and your head is held high

And I don't know about the mystery
I pray by putting pints away
Lighting candles in a cool grey city
To pray that we are allowed to stay

You found the one the songs are about
And now the songs are about you too
It's a fine kind of mystery
Sun's up and your voice is true