Forgetting the Blue

I guess I'll never know where your head is at I painted you in colour but you dressed in black Still illuminating golden years gone by Staring at a photo of yourself and you start to cry When the streets don't seem to see your point of view While the painter slowly points his brush to you I'll be forgetting I'll be forgetting I'll be forgetting the blue You're well beyond the shadow that you once wore Still those ailing spirits are rapping on your door Forget about the stones standing all in a line There's nothing more insignificant than time Although the stones may slip and slide from you While you say you want your solitude I'll be forgetting I'll be forgetting I'll be forgetting the blue I'll be forgetting I'll be forgetting I'll be forgetting the blue