Blue Violets

We were living in a painting A picturesque summer of peach and pink Sweet and supple, free and fluid As delicate as flower petals dancing along a stream It wasn't the seaside picnics or the rooftop conversations That defined our summer It was the blue violets, the ones I gave you It's funny how flowers can define a season They were so temporary Temporary, yet beautiful We were sipping cherry wine In the warmth of summertime I painted strawberry skies So picturesque, you glowed gold in my eyes Sugar heart, you were my Archangel, muse of sweet dreams But my dreams They tend not to last I spent our last summer painting Pink skies and made-up faces But I swore your portrait was real You looked like an angel Blue violets all tangled in your hair But they blew away in the autumn air Swimming in lakes of moonlight As we danced from day to night Bright colours turned to black So picturesque, but all full moons must set Sunshine heart, you were my Archangel, muse of sweet dreams But my dreams They tend not to last I spent our last summer painting Pink skies and made-up faces But I swore your portrait was real You looked like an angel Blue violets all tangled in your hair But they blew away in the autumn air Each sunset said goodbye Each violet fell and died Some loves are only meant for the summer I spent our last summer painting Pink skies and made-up faces But I swore your portrait was real You looked like an angel Blue violets all tangled in your hair But you blew away in the autumn air (Violets are blue) Seasons, never the same as the last (Oh violets are blue) New skies, new flowers, new people (Oh violets are blue) Moments are temporary, not everlasting (Oh summer's so sweet) Temporary yet beautiful, temporary and beautiful As your bouquet of blue violets wilted Our sweet summer came to an end