Still

In the shapes left behind
& the turn of the dance
All those quiet spaces
You don't understand

In the light falling slowly
& the shift of the sand
You don't see the same patterns
To all your grand plans

In the quick of a smile
And the heat of the moment
You forget the reason
For the places you're going

But in the shapes left behind
& the turn of the dance
In those quiet spaces
Are the answers you demand

Still, you'll have to take that chance
For a moment in the turn of the dance

Blue

You breeze in and you breeze out
With no idea what love's about
But like the temporary scent of blue
I'll soon get over you

Smoke curling from a flame
Moth to a candle, always the same
But like the temporary scent of blue
I'll get over you