archaic minds, tinted blue adieu, adieu away it flew
so whats your story words written in the colour of morning glories never does a tale start in melancoly so tell me the story; you're irony
misconceptions and misunderstandings oh, thats only the beginning sickly habits and ever lasting oxymorons oh, the list goes on
archaic minds, tinted blue adieu, adieu away it flew
never the less did it occur from the tears you shed your vision was a blur stained your arms with ruby red bidding farewell as the pain spread
archaic minds, tinted blue adieu, adieu away it flew
when blue turnds red nothing more can mend life halts; premenant end when blue turns red (as colours change) nothing more can mend (souls go estrange) life halts; permenant end (somewhere out of range)
archaic minds, tinted blue adieu, adieu away it flew