Lyric Memories of a colour

I m searching for a colour
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 out for years now
My collection of china s complete
Except for that one 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