Corners of dementia Well, they take us by surprise For it’s so hard to own the surfaces that slide
There were thoughts of a possible centre Hell knows how it snuck by Brightest of lights, on the darkest of colours I surely do look like the fool
It gets harder & harder each moment Lord knows how I’ve strived. This night doesn’t help, With its relentless moon Thus founding my own misfortune
It must have been the colours of her eyes ‘Cause I couldn’t leave nor could I say goodbye I swear that I tried… yes I tried! I swear to you it didn’t even cross my mind
It must have been the calling in her eyes ‘Cause I couldn’t leave nor could I say goodbye I swear that I tried, oh I tried! I swear to you I nearly…
Colours of dementia Blinded the primary eye Oblivious to her turning of blind eyes Missing my favourite surprise
Now, nothing here on gets better Subtlety has left the room All that is left are fingers in knots And acceptance of me being consumed
It must have been the colours of her eyes ‘Cause I couldn’t leave nor could I say goodbye I swear that I tried, oh I tried! I swear to you I nearly lost my mind!
It must have been the calling in her eyes ‘Cause I couldn’t leave nor could I say goodbye I swear that I tried… yes I tried! I swear to you it didn't even (cross my mind).