Blondie - Aubergine

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