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Through my stained-glass eye I spy a peculiar dye | <noinclude>{{Lyrics for|Aubergine}}</noinclude> | ||
Through my stained-glass eye I spy a peculiar dye<br> | |||
And it’s a creeping melancholy overtone | And it’s a creeping melancholy overtone<br> | ||
This shade it comforts and casts<br> | |||
This shade it comforts and casts | As many others have done in the past<br> | ||
But it’s a pigment that is all my own<br> | |||
As many others have done in the past | It’s a colour that’s other than the blue<br> | ||
That I usually find I fall into when I start to feel like this<br> | |||
But it’s a pigment that is all my own | If a hint of this pain is closing in <br> | ||
On a rosily-tinted view but then it is pointless to resist<br> | |||
It’s a colour that’s other than the blue | As anniversary tears are crying out in sad uneven years<br> | ||
It might as well be aubergine<br> | |||
That I usually find I fall into when I start to feel like this | <br> | ||
She blushed and turned away as I attempted to say<br> | |||
If a hint of this pain is closing in | “Who’s given you that little badge of history?”<br> | ||
For she wore an ancient bruise<br> | |||
On a rosily-tinted view but then it is pointless to resist | Like the flame that flickered the fuse<br> | ||
And ever since the memory is all I feel<br> | |||
As anniversary tears are crying out in sad uneven years | It’s a colour that’s other than the blue<br> | ||
One I usually find I fall into when I start to feel like this<br> | |||
It might as well be aubergine | If the hint of that pain is closing in<br> | ||
On a rosily-tinted view but then it is pointless to resist<br> | |||
As anniversary tears are trying out in sad uneven years<br> | |||
It might as well be aubergine<br> | |||
She blushed and turned away as I attempted to say | <br> | ||
Through my stained glassed eye I spy a peculiar dye<br> | |||
“Who’s given you that little badge of history?” | And it’s a creeping melancholy overtone<br> | ||
For she wore an ancient bruise<br> | |||
For she wore an ancient bruise | Like the flame that flickered the fuse<br> | ||
And ever since the memory is all I feel<br> | |||
Like the flame that flickered the fuse | |||
And ever since the memory is all I feel | |||
It’s a colour that’s other than the blue | |||
One I usually find I fall into when I start to feel like this | |||
If the hint of that pain is closing in | |||
On a rosily-tinted view but then it is pointless to resist | |||
As anniversary tears are trying out in sad uneven years | |||
It might as well be aubergine | |||
Through my stained glassed eye I spy a peculiar dye | |||
And it’s a creeping melancholy overtone | |||
For she wore an ancient bruise | |||
Like the flame that flickered the fuse | |||
And ever since the memory is all I feel |
Latest revision as of 16:20, 20 May 2009
Aubergine
Through my stained-glass eye I spy a peculiar dye
And it’s a creeping melancholy overtone
This shade it comforts and casts
As many others have done in the past
But it’s a pigment that is all my own
It’s a colour that’s other than the blue
That I usually find I fall into when I start to feel like this
If a hint of this pain is closing in
On a rosily-tinted view but then it is pointless to resist
As anniversary tears are crying out in sad uneven years
It might as well be aubergine
She blushed and turned away as I attempted to say
“Who’s given you that little badge of history?”
For she wore an ancient bruise
Like the flame that flickered the fuse
And ever since the memory is all I feel
It’s a colour that’s other than the blue
One I usually find I fall into when I start to feel like this
If the hint of that pain is closing in
On a rosily-tinted view but then it is pointless to resist
As anniversary tears are trying out in sad uneven years
It might as well be aubergine
Through my stained glassed eye I spy a peculiar dye
And it’s a creeping melancholy overtone
For she wore an ancient bruise
Like the flame that flickered the fuse
And ever since the memory is all I feel