The art of blue.
Underneath the moonlit sky
When the streetlights hurt your eyes
And the cold breeze pierces through your skin

When the colors seem to fade
And the whole world turns to gray
When your footsteps echo through the night
Yet no sound is made

Roam! Roam until the silhouette should find its shadow.
For the sun will shine and you'll be whole again.

Though you should keep in mind:
The art of blue
Is ever to remain with you.

(You know the blue because the blue is you.)