Dreamy Eyes

There's a colour of my heart in
 the light and the dark and it's blue.
 In the dusk and the dawn
 and the time in between it's just blue.
 The beginning and end of a season
 is simple and blue.
 I'm a literal fool, an apprentice,
 a rebel of blue.
 There's a colour of my heart
 in the light and the dark and it's blue.
 In the dusk and the dawn
 and the time in between it's just blue.
 Dreamy eyes, dreamy eyes,
 dreamy eyes, dreamy eyes.
 I'd say, "being a man of today
 is so hard I get blue".
 You'd say, "speaking like that
 to a woman is sexist and rude".
 I'd say, "what do you mean
 we're the same I'm a feminist, too.
 It's no structural harm or offence
 I'm just spilling my blues."
 There's a colour of my heart
 in the light and the dark and it's blue.
 In the dusk and the dawn
 and the time in between it's just blue.
 Dreamy eyes, dreamy eyes,
 dreamy eyes, dreamy eyes.
 We keep striking our hearts
 with the paw of a bear.
 For a slip of the tongue
 and a truth we can't hear.
 We keep clinging to the dream
 when the nightmare is beginning.
 And we're put through the test
 with our hearts in a mess.
 We know all the theories
 and see what is there.
 But the longer we struggle
 the harder we fall.
 Though we don't even know
 what we want anymore.
 So we strike at our hearts
 with the paw of a bear.
 For a slip of the tongue
 and a truth we can't hear.
 We keep clinging to the dream
 when the nightmare is upon us.
 And we're put through the test
 with our hearts in a mess.
 We know all the theories
 and see what is there
 but the longer we struggle
 the harder we fall
 though we noticed when we lost it.