She doesn't see the yellow light falling on Formica table tops. Doesn't recognize the empty chairs in her life. Of all these sad cafes, think she's seen quite a lot.
It's a sadness, it's a crime. Why I wasted so much time. All I've got left is sea of blue. . Holding on I can't let go. If I do the tears will flow. All I could see is a sea of blue.