Testo Blue

Everything we feared was swept inside a little box pushed out of sight for many years while we would talk about tomorrow.Two pedestals, a crowded room, we'd both lay out our past but only touch a glass divide that grew a little wider every night. But your memory was hungry and I watched you court your shadows in reverse. And from my corner, I would curse but never say a word. And still I like to think that we shared. Still I like to think we truly cared. And sure we had our dreams, but never dared. Tell me, lover, what's in like in there? In the Blue Room.