blue heart

how rich is your surface, how much do you care, does your blue heart turn away, how deep is that stare, time hints that it's on your side, don't think it's there, what's past could be a teaser line, between mind and air, was it a lie, was it the truth, does your blue heart turn away, as you hit the roof, i never seem to get the drift, when i hear some crowd talk, it isn't only their chat-chat-chatter, or the one line track of thought, isolation lies like dread, outcast fears, in which they are so so locked, reduced to tears, reduced to, was it a lie, was it the truth, does blue heart turn away, as you hit the roof, interviewed your dreams, walked on thin air, no time to wonder now, as i break through their stare, would they understand, if i were to show, that their answers burned to ground, so i turned to go, so i turned to, was it a lie, was it the truth, does your blue heart turn away, as you hit the roof