baby blue

You want sunshine, tangerine and buttercup hues

You reach for the fast life, neon signs pointing at you

You look to the distance when I'm by your side

Said with a glow in your eyes

"For all good things, you must fight"

You want strobe lights, a wild and flickering fuse

I'm not your ivory tower, and I'm not your crimson muse

I'm like the troubled waters, the hail storm that rolls through

And when the clouds part, I'll be your baby, baby, blue