Proximity

What is the meaning of space? I suspect of bodies A gentle smile When the silent breeze comes through to me And it rips my lungs apart brutally The burning scent of a flare The burning scent of a flare I throw colors at the river And the waves turn cries into shivers Touchless weight of the air Touchless weight of the air Now the gold's fading away And the dark's taking its place But the blue will always be with me What is the meaning of time? I suspect of thoughts A gentle smile I remember feeling arms Inside a cold metallic barn All the animals were there All the animals were there Until the moment chests were broken One ribcage became both of them And words turned into stares Words turned into stares Now the gold's fading away And the dark's taking its place But the blue will always be with me The blue will always be with me The blue will always be with me The blue will always be with me The blue will always be with me The blue will always be with me The blue will always be with me I can still feel the proximity Of my head inside the white And my heart inside the soft green While the flowers I'm surrounded by are warming me When the gold is gone I hope the black brings joy The blue will always be with me