All the Colors of the Dark

You look the same

Nothing round you ever changed

Behind tall trees, plenty of grass

And white pine leaves

This is not your world anymore

I sat in the car in the shadowed topiary gardens

I had long imagined where you lived

The skin of your palms

And some strange pardon

All the colors of the dark

Of all the colors of the heart

All the colors of the dark

Of all the colors

You had left your mark

Change, change

I got married on a Sunday afternoon

You copy you paste you lose

Summer's singing I am not the same

Still marking X for days

It's not that things go away

Took you on a subterranean ride

Columbine and clover

Grapes grow on the vine

I must have made years of surrender

You see it all the time

All the colors of the dark

Of all the colors of the heart

All the colors of the dark

Of all the colors you had left your mark

Change, change

I got married on a Sunday afternoon