In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Thursday, March 16, 2017
the deepest blue
you closed your eyes
you saw the deepest blue
like the blue before the sunsets
in the hometown of your youth
you remember fireflies
you were maybe five years old
it was magic and surprise
it was a long, long time ago
you looked at the ocean
you saw the deepest blue
like the blue of an orchid
that somebody once grew
you gave one to your grandma once
she turned 81 years old
she gave you that special hug
it was a long, long time ago
you look into your heart
you feel the deepest blue
the sound of a saxophone
down on seventh avenue
you remember promises
that only you could know
that you made to yourself
it was a long, long time ago
you closed your eyes
you saw the deepest blue
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