your grey-blue lipsni won't see ever againnit was the colour of your painnit was the colour of our lovenour perfect harmony, an insane madnessnin the bottom of our hearts, the black moodnsuperhuman, a selfishnessncoherence, our sufferingnour total nostalgia, an autophagynif blue, blue, if love is bluenhow much grey in our bluenif blue, blue, if love is bluenhow much grey in our bluenand now you, no, you're not here any morenmy brutal fantasynthinking of you, dead, again minenmy brutal fantasynhoping you, dead, again mine, mine, mine...mine