Departure

Your blue is on the rise

your blue is on the rise

and we stay here all the time

your blue is on the rise

and we used to call it home

and oh, it was a haven, no doubt

but now it's departure, you know

for the living, it's time to go

to go

it's a rush to see the freefalling

running blind, corners

took a chance on hoping that

the memory would keep them

so finally eased from mother's ease

some money for the weekend please

the stuttering