The blush creeps up
apologetically, burning, blooming,
Like the bruises on her back
Like the red heart of her pout
Like her rose-coloured world.
I will only stay
juste milieu, bending, breaking
bowing, sighing, swaying,
Hearing strains of his powerchord chortle
Feeling my way through the ebb and flow
Looking through my rose-coloured world.
I am yearning
comme ci, comme ça, begging, blushing -
believing, breathing, surreptitiously seeking, searing
Hearing strains of his powerchord chortle,
in my rose-coloured world.
Feeling my way through the ebb and flow,
of his powerchord chortle.
Looking through my rose-coloured world,
yearning, entreating, bowing, breaking, swaying, sighing.