Forgetting The Blue

I GUESS I'LL NEVER KNOW WHERE YOUR HEAD IS AT

I PAINTED YOU IN COLOUR BUT YOU DRESSED IN BLACK

STILL ILLUMINATING GOLDEN YEARS GONE BY

STARING AT A PHOTO OF YOURSELF AND YOU START TO CRY

WHEN THE STREETS DON'T SEEM TO SEE YOUR POINT OF VIEW

WHILE THE PAINTER SLOWLY POINTS HIS BRUSH TO YOU

 

I'LL BE FORGETTING

I'LL BE FORGETTING

I'LL BE FORGETTING THE BLUE

 

YOU'RE WELL BEYOND THE SHADOW THAT YOU ONCE WORE

STILL THOSE AILING SPIRITS ARE RAPPING ON YOUR DOOR

FORGET ABOUT THE STONES STANDING ALL IN A LINE

THERE'S NOTHING MORE INSIGNIFICANT THAN TIME

ALTHOUGH THE STONES MAY SLIP AND SLIDE FROM YOU

WHILE YOU SAY YOU WANT YOUR SOLITUDE

 

I'LL BE FORGETTING

I'LL BE FORGETTING

I'LL BE FORGETTING THE BLUE

 

I'LL BE FORGETTING

I'LL BE FORGETTING

I'LL BE FORGETTING THE BLUE