mother i knew, i used to be you
but now that i’m not
i find myself alone a lot
moss on the tombs
the afternoon news
the stone relief of god
lines the walls in camouflage
and either way it’s more mysterious every day
the blue and yellow and yellow and gold
you’re harder off the more you grow
the gardener plants the flowers in a row
blue and yellow and yellow and gold
oh what a view, when i was twenty-two
a boy upon a hill
an awful lot of time to kill
and was it a waste
every memory replaced
such a petty crime
to not appreciate the time
and in some way
we all will one day have to face
the blue and yellow and yellow and gold
the air outside a blinding cold
the gardener plants the flowers in a row
blue and yellow and yellow and gold
oh why oh why, why couldn’t i
repair your aching heart
so damned determined to depart
if the ship metal’s thing
if you capsize you can swim
and you’ll know you’ve reached the end
the day you’re touching land again
and in some way
you too will one day have to face
the blue and yellow and yellow and gold
the stars and stripes the flags to fold
the gardener plants the flowers in a row
blue and yellow and yellow and gold
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