There’s a color of my heart in the light and the dark and it’s blue. In the dusk and the dawn and the time in between it’s just blue. The beginning and end of a season is simple and blue. I’m a literal fool, an apprentice, a rebel of blue.
There’s a color of my heart in the light and the dark and it’s blue. In the dusk and the dawn and the time in between it’s just blue. Dreamy eyes, dreamy eyes, dreamy eyes, dreamy eyes.
I’d say, ”being a man of today is so hard I get blue”. You’d say, ”speaking like that to a woman is sexist and rude”. I’d say, ”what do you mean we’re the same I’m a feminist, too. It’s no structural harm or offence I’m just spilling my blues.”
There’s a color of my heart in the light and the dark and it’s blue. In the dusk and the dawn and the time in between it’s just blue. Dreamy eyes, dreamy eyes, dreamy eyes, dreamy eyes.
We keep striking our hearts with the paw of a bear. For a slip of the tongue and a truth we can’t hear. We keep clinging to the dream when the nightmare is beginning. And we’re put through the test with our hearts in a mess. We know all the theories and see what is there. But the longer we struggle the harder we fall. Though we don’t even know what we want anymore.
So we strike at our hearts with the paw of a bear. For a slip of the tongue and a truth we can’t hear. We keep clinging to the dream when the nightmare is upon us. And we’re put through the test with our hearts in a mess. We know all the theories and see what is there but the longer we struggle the harder we fall though we noticed when we lost it.