Dreamy Eyes

There’s a color of my heart in

the light and the dark and it’s blue.

In the dusk and the dawn

and the time in between it’s just blue.

The beginning and end of a season

is simple and blue.

I’m a literal fool, an apprentice,

a rebel of blue.
There’s a color of my heart

in the light and the dark and it’s blue.

In the dusk and the dawn

and the time in between it’s just blue.

Dreamy eyes, dreamy eyes,

dreamy eyes, dreamy eyes.
I’d say, ”being a man of today

is so hard I get blue”.

You’d say, ”speaking like that

to a woman is sexist and rude”.

I’d say, ”what do you mean

we’re the same I’m a feminist, too.

It’s no structural harm or offence

I’m just spilling my blues.”
There’s a color of my heart

in the light and the dark and it’s blue.

In the dusk and the dawn

and the time in between it’s just blue.

Dreamy eyes, dreamy eyes,

dreamy eyes, dreamy eyes.
We keep striking our hearts

with the paw of a bear.

For a slip of the tongue

and a truth we can’t hear.

We keep clinging to the dream

when the nightmare is beginning.

And we’re put through the test

with our hearts in a mess.

We know all the theories

and see what is there.

But the longer we struggle

the harder we fall.

Though we don’t even know

what we want anymore.
So we strike at our hearts

with the paw of a bear.

For a slip of the tongue

and a truth we can’t hear.

We keep clinging to the dream

when the nightmare is upon us.

And we’re put through the test

with our hearts in a mess.

We know all the theories

and see what is there

but the longer we struggle

the harder we fall

though we noticed when we lost it.