The Blue, The Green And The Violet

You tell me where to go
Then tell me how to get there
You tell me who to hold
And I’ll make sure to hold on
I keep staring at my hands
I squeeze them very tightly
My knuckles turning white
I’ll make sure to hold on
Be careful not to let me outside
Running backwards to a place and a time
Where the food tasted good and the rain never fell
On my new given shoes and the world never knew what it would find
Be gentle with the feathers I shed
Let them part with all that I ever had
And I envy them
Count the wrinkles that dwell on my finger tips
Feel the breeze gently stroke my lips
See the blue and the green and the violet
Feel the warmth of the air when I close my hands
Keep a part of this moment in my palms
To release back in time, violent
Be careful not to let me outside
Running backwards to a place and a time
Feel the breeze as it strokes my lips
See the blue and the violet
Be gentle with the feathers I shed
Let them part with all that I ever had
Feel the warmth when I close my hands
Keep a part of this my palms
Be careful not to let me outside
Running backwards to a place and a time
Where the food tasted good and the rain never fell
On my new given shoes and the world never knew what it would find
Be gentle with the feathers I shed
Let them part with all that I ever had.