Girl in a uniform
grey and white and crisp, clean
how can i live in your world
of strawberry flowers
and colourful hours
lovingly i dust all the dust on your shelf
kiss the mirror clean
where you glance at yourself
i know what to do
maybe a letter i'll send
from underground and wait to be found out
lovingly i press out the ink on the page
carefully i'd scent it
in stock from the meadow
It is dark... in the meadow
I spill it all as i pour
red wine will stain... remember
there's none for the little girl blue
who lives down the stairs
and loves like the stars
but i must not forget
that i am what i am
and you must not forget
that you are who you are
It is dark... in the meadow