Though my stained glass eye   I spy a peculiar dime and it’s grief and melancholy overtone   This shade it covers and casts   As many others have done in the past   But it’s a figment that is all my own   It’s a colour that’s other than the blue   That I usually find I’ve fallen into    When I start to feel like this   Even if it is fate is closing in   On a rose that will be tender and perfumed   It is pointless to resist   As anniversary tears are crying out inside and even using   It might as well be aubergine   She blushed and turned away   As I attempted to say   Who’s given you that little badge of history   For she wore a ancient bruise   Like the flame that flickered the fuse   And ever since the memory is all there is   It’s a colour that’s other than the blue   One that I usually find I’ve fallen into   When I start to feel like this   Even if it is fate is closing in   On a rose that will be tender and perfumed   It is pointless to resist   As anniversary tears are crying out inside and even using   It might as well be aubergine   Though my stained glass eye   I spy a peculiar dime and it’s grief and melancholy overtone   For she wore a ancient bruise   Like the flame that flickered the fuse   And ever since the memory is all there is