another riff, another text

I've recorded yet another - very, very simple - riff, and I've consulted my scrap book yet again for lines that could be fitted in. This is what I found in my scap book:

what are colors when your eyes cannot see
what are sounds when your ears cannot hear
what's my touch when you cannot feel me
what's my love when you are not here

And this is "what use are colors":

what use are colors when your eyes can't see
what use are sounds when your ears can't hear
what use is my touch when you won't feel me
what use is my love when you're not here
since you have gone
leaving me alone
I feel so senseless
bein' on my own


what use is my mouth when it can't taste you
what use my hands that can't feel your skin
what use is my nose whithout your perfume
what use are senses in the state I'm in
since you have gone
leaving me alone
I feel so senseless
bein' on my own

what use are colors ...