The Ballad of Marion Blew (5) Turquoise
Frosted..frosted
Turquoise, it ravages my soul to no end
But you, my friend, have seen it before...
When everyone asks me, why... why do you hate that colour
It was the colour of her hair, no it's the only colour I see
My tears are turquoise, the clouds, the sky are also
Everywhere i go..
But the sounds of my cries, are to no-one in particular
As the trees sway and speak, calling out to me, I transgress, and drop into frozen thought
without personality, without ego, i fade into myself, and melt away the thoughts of her
The mailman comes, his footsteps ascending my driveway, his pupils are that dreaded colour that is haunting me
He hands me an envelope, and in it.. a note...
ASKELIDEN, 541 91
Turquoise, it ravages my soul to no end
But you, my friend, have seen it before...
When everyone asks me, why... why do you hate that colour
It was the colour of her hair, no it's the only colour I see
My tears are turquoise, the clouds, the sky are also
Everywhere i go..
But the sounds of my cries, are to no-one in particular
As the trees sway and speak, calling out to me, I transgress, and drop into frozen thought
without personality, without ego, i fade into myself, and melt away the thoughts of her
The mailman comes, his footsteps ascending my driveway, his pupils are that dreaded colour that is haunting me
He hands me an envelope, and in it.. a note...
ASKELIDEN, 541 91
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