Blue and Gold

Phone call, Sunday afternoon

Springtime, this flower's lost it's bloom

I was not there, and it is not fair

Your innocence and youth

Carried you this far

Just to be removed

And tonight, the stars will shine

And fill my life, you've left me behind

She's walking through the blue and the gold, the new and the old

With the ancient Father, of every daughter

I know that we'll make it through this night

Dreaming, a panoramic view

Canvas memories, bring me back to you

We lived and laughed, we lived so fast

I can't stand to see the truth

Now your masterpiece

It paints the news

And tonight, the stars will shine

And fill my life, you've left me behind

She's walking through the blue and the gold, the new and the old

With the ancient Father, of every daughter

I know that we'll make it through this night

She's walking through the blue and the gold, the new and the old

With the ancient Father, of every daughter

I know that we'll make it through this night

And I will make it through this night

And I will make it through this night

And I will make it through this night

She's walking through the blue and the gold, the new and the old

With the ancient Father, of every daughter

I know that we'll make it through this night

She's walking through the blue and the gold, the new and the old

With the ancient Father, of every daughter

I know that we'll make it through this night

And I will make it through this night

And I will make it through this night

And I will make it through this night