In Blue

Old blue shoes, nothing new. He moves and sways to fit the view; he's blue to you. You're old news. Old blue shoes moves to fill the slot; he wants everything he hasn't got. A room without a view, when he sings it sticks to you. Old blue shoes, changes colours day by day; he'll do what he'll have to get you to stay. Old blue shoes torn and outworn and so he stands cause man makes him sit. He comes in pairs but leaves in threes and still comes home alone. Old blue can't face the truth; losing it means losing you. It's the colour of the memories, the dreams that he can't seem to make tangible. Old blue, it's the colour that plays behind your eyes before the lights go out; blue like denim jean, dark with shade. Old blue is stuck in a fishbowl, serene marine dreams to follow. Don't know what to do, don't know what to do. When I look at you, all I see is blue.