Testo Blue and Gold

Phone Call, Sunday afternoon
Spingtime, this flower's lost it's bloom
I was not there and it is not fair
Your innocence and youth
carried you this far just to be removed

Tonight... the stars will shine
And fill my life, you've left me behind
Dreaming, a panoramic view
Canvas memories, take me back to you
We lived and laughed, we lived so fast
I can't stand to see the truth
Now your masterpiece
It paints the news

She's walking through the blue and gold
The new and the old, with the ancient father of every daughter
I know we'll make it through this night