Red Turns to Blue

Goodnight baby.
The day has lost its summer glow.
Night calls in long shadows fast.
The sea shimmers like broken glass.

I hear those mighty engines roar.
Do we run, do we hit the floor?
Just a look, nothing left to say.
Black and white fades to grey.
All I'm left with is a photograph.
Coloured memory of you.
These footsteps take another path.
Mist covered eyes - as the red turns to blue.

Old age burnt on a young mans face.
Such innocence, such, youthful waste.
What you got here is what you see.
Ten thousand years of history.

All I'm left with is a photograph.
Coloured memory of you.
These footsteps rake another path.
Mist covered eyes - as the red turns to blue.

So we tried to make a difference.
We were tired of sitting on the fence.
We were hero's before we had gone.
Kidded oursehes, this won't take long.

Now the flag flies half way down.
The tears are flowing free.
Right or wrong we're the last to know
And the day has lost' its nummer glow.

All I'm left with is a photograph.
Coloured memory of you.
These footsteps take another path.
Mist coloured eyes - as the red turns to blue.