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.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 4:24 PM UTC
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.
