I must have unintentionally poured too much blue Sapphire into my gin-n-tonic Now that blue stuff is running in my veins in my brains It is time to speak the truth So I say (or the gin says) "If I lie dying will you still be mad at me will you rush to my bed will you sooth my cracked lips with your warm tears will you bring me red roses will you spread their petals onto my cheeks to make them blush again if I lie dying?" One more sip and I continue (or is it the gin) "If I lie dying will all my guilt be forgotten will my heart transform into a dove as light and free as a dove spreading its wings will I hear your deepest secret will I decipher who you are and why our paths cross if I lie dying?" "And if I open my eyes at that glorious moment just right And if it turns out to be a dream in the middle of the night?" End of questions. Slience. Empty glass. |