Blue over grey, over green, over me
Like a flashing sign for my poor heart
If it was poor, then your's was gold
Paying for my sins in the lies I told
If you are my patron then take away my pen
For, my tongue is too soft
And my words too wise
Drinking my tears with a kiss on each eye
But I pray you, stop feeding love to this soul
A tragic story and its secrets too old
Is all that it holds
Turning stone cold
From your heated wholeness
When you tell me to breathe
I forget how to
As if the rules were artfully crafted
By your hands, only you
So true
Me over green, over grey, over blue
Just a few more colours before I'm
over you
