Blue and Gold

Phone call, Sunday afternoon Springtime, this flower's lost it's bloom I was not there, and it is not fair Your innocence and youth Carried you this far Just to be removed And tonight, the stars will shine And fill my life, you've left me behind She's walking through the blue and the gold, the new and the old With the ancient Father, of every daughter I know that we'll make it through this night Dreaming, a panoramic view Canvas memories, bring me back to you We lived and laughed, we lived so fast I can't stand to see the truth Now your masterpiece It paints the news And tonight, the stars will shine And fill my life, you've left me behind She's walking through the blue and the gold, the new and the old With the ancient Father, of every daughter I know that we'll make it through this night She's walking through the blue and the gold, the new and the old With the ancient Father, of every daughter I know that we'll make it through this night And I will make it through this night And I will make it through this night And I will make it through this night She's walking through the blue and the gold, the new and the old With the ancient Father, of every daughter I know that we'll make it through this night She's walking through the blue and the gold, the new and the old With the ancient Father, of every daughter I know that we'll make it through this night And I will make it through this night And I will make it through this night And I will make it through this night