[L. Hoffsten]
The burning cigarette guarded
your mouth from me kissing you
With your hands in your pocket declaring
that it`s all over and through
The coldness in your eyes says
I should have left long ago
When the blue is gone
When the blue is gone
I`ll go to places unknown
The one thing I`ll always remember
is your back I wanted to hold
I know every scare, every birthmark
the only language it spoke
All dressed up in an armoured suit
I know I`ll never get through
When the blue is gone
When the blue is gone
I`ll bury the memories
kiss them goodbye
and give it another try