the blue of distance (feat. Dear Sweet Jane)

Your hand on my head Brown as I gaze ahead To your boots, your back bowed Head down to hear the violins The laundry was our play Earbuds suspended One of the first wonders Of my world I didn't have to wonder, nor ask Now I wait for the silence And I hear violins And I see brown An autumn, a true dream A leap as I grip my blue dress My white arms sway above concrete steps We are creatures of distance For we covered it with blue I don't get to see that glowing grin After your evening walk Or smell the curry with sour cream That you dished for me Or watch your head thrash At the sounds in those light rose headphones A leap as I grip my blue dress Our white arms sway above concrete steps We are creatures of distance For we covered it with blue Small green fists Punching through the dirt Uncurl at the first light of sun We open Small green fists Punching through the dirt Uncurl at the first light of sun We open A leap as I grip my blue dress My white arms sway above concrete steps We are creatures of distance For we covered it with blue A leap as I grip my blue dress Our white arms sway above concrete steps We are creatures of distance For we covered it with blue