Out of the Blue

Rush of blue and green,
Something refreshing and new,
I'm into the blue,
What could it mean?

What could this mean,
This indescribable rush,
My brain turns to mush,
This rush of blue and green,

In this rush of blue and green,
We can't breath it's air,
But foreign creatures give it's flair,
What could this mean?

What could it mean,
That only sunlit diamonds separate our worlds,
That all my passions are unfurled,
When I'm out of the rush of blue and green.

Rush of blue and green,
Something familiar, not new,
I'm out of the blue,
What does this mean?