Tell me, about the midnight purples you've encountered
The solumn moody blues you've undoubtedly mounted
About all the reculsive envious nights you've counted
And wished what he has was your's...

Tell me, you appreciate that sandfilled carpet against your back
Sounds of melodic conversations and the patheticly weak attack
One a 2 o'clock star gazing, and a good crisp night counteracts
What he has was your's...

Tell me, you know nothing of these tears, but of this pain
Some sign of maturity in what I've desperatly maintained
But I must admit I'm losing sight of whatever it is I'll gain
What he had is your's...

Because I still dance in the palm of your magnificent hand
You've removed the spell, but I'm still under your comand
Where ever it is you go, I hope you'll always understand
What he had will always be your's...


Well, it started out being deep and going some where with the colors but I think by the end, emotion took over. So, sorry if you read the first stanza and thought it was going to be something better than my others.... lol peace