True Blue
Rusty wire
Bent to make a fence
Rows and rows of houses
Cold and still, until tomorrow
Western waters
Coloured by their stones
Some ungrateful morning
Keep the sand
Stir up the powder
Strip it down
To what, you can believe in
Pass it on
What is right and True Blue, True Blue
Today’s the day
My branches bear their fruit
And all my labour will be rewarded
Then I awake
It’s like starting over.
Witches and their thorns
Rumble where they lay
Revealing sparkling secrets
To hold you would bring happiness
Your absence sorrow.
Strip it down
To what you can rescue
Pass it on
What is right and True Blue, True Blue
Shifting stations and shapes
Giving up ground now
Taking another’s place
Holding ones own
As if you were just born
Find a way
Feel without a trace
Feel fulfilment in this small corner
With no possessions, to create sorrow
Strip it down
To what, you can believe in
Pass it on
What is right and True Blue, True Blue
True Blue, True Blue.
(Not sure if these are exactly the right words)
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