Blue & Green

I got your name on a note from a friend of mine.

She said "you guys should hang out"

I don't know where she gets all her bad ideas,

but that's how it turned out.

And we went up to the dam,

where we talked about what certain boys would be thinking.

It's where this city gets its' water supply.

But that's not what we're drinking.

Are you always going to change your mind?

Are you always going to change your mind?

Somewhere in the dim the wind is stark.

Down there the traffic is roaring.

We exchanged some wasteful and stale remarks on people

we think are boring.

Then you said something 'bout caffeine and nightmares.

It wasn't really that elegant.

So the conversation got slow but we didn't care.

Sometimes that's insignificant.

Are you always going to change your mind?

Are you always going to change your mind?

Well, I'm glad we went for a walk,

but it's getting late.

And no, I don't want to talk.

Let the past two years become outlines in white chalk.

Cos In my room I've got this strange machine,

it doesn't kill fascists,

but it has a screen that displays my love and some coded dreams in blue and green.

Are you always going to change your mind?

Have you lost your track of time?

Are you always going to change your mind?