cerulean eYes
Cerulean dye
When I say cerulean eyes, can compromise a soul
When the gates are frozen in time, from a catalyst gone cold
I believe if we fight the fight, we'll be left with a broken mould
Just to climb up that grapevine, so next time, let's take the open road
I believe that time has got the right of way, an aspect
Filled with archetypes that rise up who do we have next
Look, I'm not divine and I'm not begging to go to sabbath
You're so past tense, it's like an open book math test, naw
I won't complain, I'll find my footing through the haze
We sever lines to persevere, then swerved into the other lane
I prophesize, this Gemini cannot control the flame
So part the ways, so part the ways, restart the days
Believe when I say, that cerulean eyes cause you heart strung melodies
I've run aground now, but unfettered, this bird plucked its feathers out
I should say what I mean, I'm so sick and tired of waiting, I've sat here so patiently
I'm not fine no, so much better, un-weathered from feeling doubt
The cuckoo flew the nest and bathed in the windows of her soul
For a time, for a time
But Medusa was a threat would make her memories to stone
Eye for an eye, eye for an eye
It was excuses, moods, and stresses caving inwards to the bone
And it was the time of my life, yeah for a time
But all the fruits of all the efforts came to wither in the cold
Cerulean dye; it stains my mind
And I can't lie: this is the light striking the eye accustomed to dark
Make a sun from the spark that's rawer than any nothing I've drawn
Stuck deep in my art - I dig holes to recover the heart
And put a voice to what most feel is too ugly to impart
So I'm crumbling the artifice of our co-created scars
With my Krylon lungs recorded - throwing layers on the stars
Soaking stains from the shards, broken frames, I move on
Classic! She strummed me like a guitar and pulled away too hard
Believe when I say, that cerulean eyes cause you heart strung melodies
I've run aground now, but unfettered, this bird plucked its feathers out
I should say what I mean, I'm so sick and tired of waiting, I've sat here so patiently
I'm not fine no, so much better, un-weathered from feeling doubt
When I say cerulean eyes, can compromise a soul
When the gates are frozen in time, from a catalyst gone cold
I believe if we fight the fight, we'll be left with a broken mould
Just to climb up that grapevine, so next time, let's take the open road
I believe that time has got the right of way, an aspect
Filled with archetypes that rise up who do we have next
Look, I'm not divine and I'm not begging to go to sabbath
You're so past tense, it's like an open book math test, naw
I won't complain, I'll find my footing through the haze
We sever lines to persevere, then swerved into the other lane
I prophesize, this Gemini cannot control the flame
So part the ways, so part the ways, restart the days
Believe when I say, that cerulean eyes cause you heart strung melodies
I've run aground now, but unfettered, this bird plucked its feathers out
I should say what I mean, I'm so sick and tired of waiting, I've sat here so patiently
I'm not fine no, so much better, un-weathered from feeling doubt
The cuckoo flew the nest and bathed in the windows of her soul
For a time, for a time
But Medusa was a threat would make her memories to stone
Eye for an eye, eye for an eye
It was excuses, moods, and stresses caving inwards to the bone
And it was the time of my life, yeah for a time
But all the fruits of all the efforts came to wither in the cold
Cerulean dye; it stains my mind
And I can't lie: this is the light striking the eye accustomed to dark
Make a sun from the spark that's rawer than any nothing I've drawn
Stuck deep in my art - I dig holes to recover the heart
And put a voice to what most feel is too ugly to impart
So I'm crumbling the artifice of our co-created scars
With my Krylon lungs recorded - throwing layers on the stars
Soaking stains from the shards, broken frames, I move on
Classic! She strummed me like a guitar and pulled away too hard
Believe when I say, that cerulean eyes cause you heart strung melodies
I've run aground now, but unfettered, this bird plucked its feathers out
I should say what I mean, I'm so sick and tired of waiting, I've sat here so patiently
I'm not fine no, so much better, un-weathered from feeling doubt
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Writer(s): John Peck
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