No music, no friends,
Just a notebook,
Myself, and a pen
Under the purple sky.

Never again did I beg
For the sake of watching love
Run on white legs
Under the purple sky.

I traded distortion for reverb
With one gas tank
And earrings with birds
Under the purple sky.

I brushed aside wrong answers
In favor of questions
To watch a team like dancers
Under the purple sky.

I don't regret the ocean,
But standing by that pond
Was both devotion and demotion
Under the purple sky.