Mr. Blue

We touched like watercolour fawns

In landscapes painted by Cezanne

Like lovers floating painted by Chegall

But you and I were you-I then

We thought the rush would never end

We thought the sky, the sky would never fall

We lived we loved we laughed we cried

We'll never die, and now I think of you

And I change right into Mr Blue

You say your lover buys you lace

I say he's fine, I like his face

I guess you still think love will conquere all

I know, but it's not what you think

I only hope it stays in sync

I only want, I want to wish you well