L. Hoffsten]



The burning cigarette guarded

your mouth from me kissing you

With your hands in your pocket declaring

that it's all over and through

The coldness in your eyes says

I should have left long ago

When the blue is gone

When the blue is gone

I'll go to places unknown

The one thing I'll always remember

is your back I wanted to hold

I know every scare, every birthmark

the only language it spoke

All dressed up in an armoured suit

I know I'll never get through

When the blue is gone

When the blue is gone

I'll bury the memories

kiss them goodbye

and give it another try