Cerulean Daze

I would have lived on a hill
Where the trees never stood still
Kissed by an ocean's breeze
Safe in those cerulean days

I take a moment now and then
To remember how and when
We changed
How we change

Mosaics on the floor
Crosswords against the door
And every little fragment that falls
Into place
Changes the look on your face
Till I no longer recognise you
At all

Four winds and a high tide
Won't help me find the way
Back to my cerulean daze

I would have lived on a hill
Where the trees never stood still
Kissed by an ocean's breeze
Safe in those cerulean days