The colours of blood orange and fuschia dance together in the earth blue sky,
and here I lay in the damp grass, thinking of you and I.
I never wanted to say goodbye,
but you decided it was time to cros the great divide.
Thought of you makes me miss you so much, I really do
I just hope you miss me too.
When dusk comes to dawn,
you and the sun, over the city, you are hung.
So, here I lay in the cold, moist grass, forcing myself not to cry;
with the dream that someday, somehow, you and I will become the blood orange and fuschia hand-in-hand together in the sky.