Corners of dementia
Well, they take us by surprise
For it’s so hard to own
the surfaces that slide
There were thoughts of a possible centre
Hell knows how it snuck by
Brightest of lights, on the darkest of colours
I surely do look like the fool
It gets harder & harder each moment
Lord knows how I’ve strived.
This night doesn’t help,
With its relentless moon
Thus founding my own misfortune
It must have been the colours of her eyes
‘Cause I couldn’t leave nor could I say goodbye
I swear that I tried… yes I tried!
I swear to you it didn’t even cross my mind
It must have been the calling in her eyes
‘Cause I couldn’t leave nor could I say goodbye
I swear that I tried, oh I tried!
I swear to you I nearly…
Colours of dementia
Blinded the primary eye
Oblivious to her turning of blind eyes
Missing my favourite surprise
Now, nothing here on gets better
Subtlety has left the room
All that is left are fingers in knots
And acceptance of me being consumed
It must have been the colours of her eyes
‘Cause I couldn’t leave nor could I say goodbye
I swear that I tried, oh I tried!
I swear to you I nearly lost my mind!
It must have been the calling in her eyes
‘Cause I couldn’t leave nor could I say goodbye
I swear that I tried… yes I tried!
I swear to you it didn't even (cross my mind).
