Our bed is the epitome of careless love singing, “Blue caress, blue sheets, blue dove” But creaking like broken bones And eyes so sleep deprived This voice was cracking And failed to verse the final line. So this is what we call rosy then A bare thorn without a flower? Your music transparently repeats our chilling song But still you sing, “Blue promise, blue jay, blue flame” And with the softest blow We always fade away As bells softly chime A ringing cry, “Blue dreams, blue freedom, blue winged bird of mine.”