Where the flame turns blue...

I went looking for someone I left behind.
Yeah, but no-one, just a stranger did I find.
I never noticed, hadn't seen it as it grew,
the void between us where the flame turns blue.

Different places, well they all look much the same.
Dreams of faces in the streets devoured by names.
I'm in collision with every stone I ever threw.
And blind ambition where the flame turns blue.

Words dismantled, hey and all the books unbound.
Conversations, though we utter not a sound.
I heard a rumor, I don't know if it's true,
that you'd meet me when the flame turns blue.

So I venture underneath the leaden sky.
See the freight train with its one fierce eye.
And then I listen as it tears the night in two
with a whistle and the flame turns blue.

In the morning I will sing.
In the morning I will sing.

Through the lemon trees the diamonds of light
break in splinters on the pages where I write
that if I lost you, I don't know what I'd do,
burn forever where the flame turns blue.

Yeah if I lost you, I don't know what I'd do...
burn forever where the flame turns blue.

In the morning I will sing.
In the morning I will sing.
In the morning I will sing.
In the morning I will sing.