After the red shine of dawn
Follows the blue cold.
It was dull after I said
That our story would never be told.

And I tried to convince you
That our deeds were gold.
But you just turned away
And didn't even behold.

Nowadays I still wonder
And often think of your smell.
It never left my mind,
It sure was deep as hell.

Where has time gone?
We used to talk so much.
But I guess you would say no
If I tried to get in touch.