Tucked away from what
Makes the grass burn in the sun
Blue water in forests of love
What happens to the sky in the long Sunday night?
And if only I could know if I'm cold as ice
And if only I could see you after I die
If blue could be happiness, then that's all I'd want
What a pretty pink light, shining Eastside
Of the bedroom on walls of white
When the five o'clock sunset steals all the light
I look at you and I want to cry
And if only I could tell everyone alive
That the light is real and the heart is right and it's
Not a lie
Well, if only it was easy, then who am I?
To me, I'm the space, but to you, I'm the inside
If blue could be happiness, then that's all I'd want
