I have been touched by the blue bird
Invaded with a dark kiss
Poisoned with the hope of confusion
Destroyed from the memory of bliss
Drowning, with no joy of salvation
My own fire of damnation
I lingered too long in my own song
Burdened by moralities reproach on creation
The orchestra of life is playing
Did I write this symphony too?
Slowly my confusion is fading
It's passion that is kissing me blue
Why does the song of the passionate cry...