We've got blue leaves
Take them as you please
They need a home
Upon a silver throne
Second hand
Bought them from that man
Who had rough hands
From playing in the sand
Nothing is easy
When then the sun is freed
The ground it swells
With its jealousy
We kneel towards it now
Like a prophecy
We drink it all down
With urgency
We've got blue leaves
They never let you down
They tear and squeeze
The awful and the foul
We've got blue leaves
The other side is bare
Turquoise fakes
You would never dare