Blue.

I lie here alone, so softly missing you,
And the chains of my desire are coloured, blue,
We should be one together, you and I,
But the summer of our love has passed us by,
I sought out another and thought her true,
But the chains of my desire were coloured, blue.

To say I should have known better, that's overdue,
So the chains of my desire are coloured, blue,
She used me, and left me, I still don't know why,
Now me, I'm so lonely that here, I could die,
Once I had certainty, and a love I knew,
But the chains of my desire now are coloured, blue.

Disturbed from my misery, the lounge I stumble through,
And the chains of my desire are coloured, blue,
So late at night to call, I hope my visitor will fly,
I reach the door, I hesitate, and wonder why,
'Tis her, my true love, my eyes, my heart, cannot be untrue,
It seems the flames of her desire are coloured, blue.

We sit, we talk, almost the whole night through,
And the chains of my desire they change hue,
We should be one together you and I,
Maybe the summer of our love has yet to pass us by,
I look at you with certainty, then walk towards the bed,
The flames of our desire will soon be coloured, red.