Cerulean

Cerulean
Where have you been?
The socialites are out again
A passing note stuck in your throat
Some love it needs a second coat
We're shades of grey all rearranged
We're jury rigged to feel that way
It makes you think doesn't it?

And all that I could see
Were subtle tragedies
And all I had to do
Was find a way to you
Cerulean blue

The hypocrite apocalypse
Prefer to stay anonymous
I think I've learned to steady burn
The point in life is no return
Just wrap your pain in cellophane
And chalk it up to another day

And all that I could feel
A changing colour wheel
And all I had to do
Was find a way to you
Cerulean blue
Cerulean blue