big blue big blue, two two big blue to see big blue sky like crayon on canvas crazy how big blue is crazy how I have two blue always drawn to big brown two big brown drawn to brown like crayon draws land land under big blue big sky blue eyes look for brown land and sea, too crazy you have brown I have blue we have two you take blue crayon I take brown draw land on you and you draw big sky or sea all over me I am blue brown is you kissing crazy cos now blue is brown brown is blue land has sea sea makes sky crazy crayons blue brown eyes you and I.
I'm someone. You're someone too. Even if you're broken. Because if a broken crayon can still color, and a broken clock can still be right, a broken person is still a person. You just have to find your way out of the darkness and into the light
I trespassed into the woods following the fragrance of a wildflower. There was a spring of silence, birds, and tall trees; silent indeed only the winds sounded silent, once I found her, she whispered... Are you feeling dark and gloomy? Black and empty as a dusty chalkboard? Spooky like foggy lights falling along leaves? Did you paint your walls with Broken crayons? Do you remember when we lay beside each other, bodies warmed by darkness?
A lonely ache knocks. Asks how far I will go to find you in me. When everything cloaked in silence?
Days were short, but nights were long While I was with you, I drew my dreams in crayon Messy sketches, missing puzzle pieces But adding you, it felt like it was coming along
It didn’t matter if the sun was asleep We danced in the dark like we could still see
Sweaters on cold nights and warm talks that seemed to last forever Undercovered from the after-rain at coffee shops Walks that were in summery weather Always waiting by the max station by the Moda Center Our destination didn't matter, we were on an adventure
The night was young and so was our love Memories were long, but moments were short I feel childish to hold on This is why my dreams are still in crayon.