You're wearing green, a dress,
a green dress that used to be mine.
It's night time, sun long set,
and we stand at the end of a pier.
I'm meant to allow the lines to blur,
hear the clock tick and let my eyes stray,
but how I would like to go back
to the same places where we were.
How did it go again?
You're green, undressed,
skin on display that's not mine to own.
It's due time, sun just set,
and we lie in the middle of a pyre.