What would I do
If I couldn’t smell
The blue syrup of the sky after dawn
What would I do
If you hadn’t worn a dress
Baby blue with innocent joy
What would I do
If the waters didn’t flourish
In all shades of blue

What would I do
If I couldn’t romanticize
My slothful blues
Dull, greyish and tear-less
What would I do
Oh, what would I do?