Lavender Blues..

Lavender blues cake my soul need I say how and why,

In a wistful hideaway, I watch my feathers die

But still I keep alive, though I run and hide;

Till I find my blues walking wild.

The colored pride of dodgy lips hates nothing but to lie

When you begin to read my mind, my arms are open wide,

But still I keep alive, though I run and hide;

Till I find my blues walking wild.

I paint my face in black and blue, before I cry,

You miss my silent screeches and my naked eye

The touchy stranger walks away, but I know he will stay

The singing fountain shies away, in the darkest month of May

Still I keep alive, though I run and hide

Till I find my blues walking wild.