Blue and Gold

Phone call, Sunday afternoon
Springtime, this flower's lost its bloom
I was not there, and it is not fair
Your innocence and youth
Carried you this far

Just to be removed

And tonight, the stars will shine
And fill my life, you've left me behind

She's walking through the blue and the gold, the new and the old
With the ancient Father, of every daughter
I know that we'll make it through this night

Dreaming, a panoramic view
Canvas memories, bring me back to you
We lived and laughed, we lived so fast
I can't stand to see the truth
Now your masterpiece
It paints the news

And tonight, the stars will shine
And fill my life, you’ve left me behind

She's walking through the blue and the gold, the new and the old
With the ancient Father, of every daughter
I know that we'll make it through this night