Though my stained glass eye
  I spy a peculiar dime and it's grief and melancholy overtone
  This shade it covers and casts
  As many others have done in the past
  But it's a figment that is all my own
  It's a colour that's other than the blue
  That I usually find I've fallen into
  When I start to feel like this
  Even if it is fate is closing in
  On a rose that will be tender and perfumed
  It is pointless to resist
  As anniversary tears are crying out inside and even using
  It might as well be aubergine
  She blushed and turned away
  As I attempted to say
  Who's given you that little badge of history
  For she wore a ancient bruise
  Like the flame that flickered the fuse
  And ever since the memory is all there is
  It's a colour that's other than the blue
  One that I usually find I've fallen into
  When I start to feel like this
  Even if it is fate is closing in
  On a rose that will be tender and perfumed
  It is pointless to resist
  As anniversary tears are crying out inside and even using
  It might as well be aubergine
  Though my stained glass eye
  I spy a peculiar dime and it's grief and melancholy overtone
  For she wore a ancient bruise
  Like the flame that flickered the fuse
  And ever since the memory is all there is