A secret was told
on a small whisper of wind.
Things that don't make sense
float about in this world.
A great blue eye hovers near,
watching us all from another plane.
Why is it that they feel so differently?
As though we're not all
stuck on this sphere?
Was it love,
or was it only the idea of love?
I never understood the difference.
You sang out in a sad, clear voice
yet I'm afraid I didn't hear you right.
What is this all supposed to mean?
I've been so color blind.