Memories of a Color

I'm searching for a color, don't think it's got a name

It's something between pink and brown

Just like when the sun sets, sometimes when it rains

Like it's the first time you see it go down

Me and my boat have been there for years now

My collection of china's complete

Except for that piece, I won't be satisfied

I once held it, but it disappeared

They've stolen my wallet, now, I'm finally broke

Now, I've finally got nothing to lose

Your picture was in it, the one thing that you left

With that photo, I've lost you for good

I walk down to the port, take my motorboat

And go out and turn the motor off

And I listen to the waves, I lay very still

I try not to think, try not to breathe at all

I'm searching for a color, don't think it's got a name

It's something between pink and brown