Eight Minutes To Live
Your hand was freezing, so I slipped it in my pocket and
Strolled across the quay side looking at the sky for
They turned the stars a shade of yellow, blazing trails
Across the planets.
Hi ho silver, day-glo amber.
No go red.
Caroline was colour blind though she dreamed of golden
Sunsets and a sea of soldier blue with out the blood.
Is the daytime just a dream?
If you close your eyes, will I fade away?