Outside the day is grey And the lights burn yellow Through the foggy haze, Juliet sits by her window screen Dreaming of flowers and hours Floating downstream And the life fades away And the light turns to grey And all of the sounds of the city hush For Juliet's remembering her Lost lovers' touch. There is a particular shade of blue That always makes me think of you It's the color of summer The color of cold The color of the sea As the nighttime folds And the life fades away And the day turns to grey And all of the sounds that Spoke of love Rush up to the surface And boil off hot in the blood. Juliet wonders if she can hold on Just like she's been Doing for so very long. She presses her nose to The window pane Lets the marine layer Soothe away the shame Of a life she let fade away And another wasted day And all of the sweetness She holds in her heart Turns to stone And drags her Into the dark. It is not unusual to Become a living tomb Within the boundaries Of a third floor room A mausoleum for memories So pure and blue they shake The leaves off the trees And make the world fade away And the sadness melt into grey She drinks a toast to the ghost Of her heart and to a love that Remains, though they were Forced to part.