She comes in colours everywhere, she combs her hair, she's like a RAINBOW, coming colours in the air, oh everywhere, she comes in colours............Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been,
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?.............
And the tears come streaming down your face,
When you lose something you can't replace,
When you love someone but it goes to waste,
Could it be worse?