Thinking of Roxy - Blaue Blume

Thinking of Roxy, the touch of her hands

There at the party where nobody danced

Thinking how we ever left hand in hand

Crying so hard I could hardly stand

Thinking of Roxy, my blood on her face

Cut up my fist in the name of her grace

Thinking of her comprehending face

Our blood and our tears on the staircase

I see the turquoise sky, and you and I

Running like horses chasing the night

I see that morning reflect in your eyes

I still see your face on a new year’s sky

Thinking of Roxy, the touch of her hands

There at the party where nobody danced

Thinking how we ever left hand in hand

Crying so hard I could hardly stand

Thinking of Roxy, the taste of her skin

Her honest smile as she’s giving in

Thinking how I owned you and your limbs

Your lust and your pleasure, your suffering

I see the turquoise sky and you and I

Running like horses chasing the night

I see that morning reflect in your eyes

I still see your face in a new year’s sky

Remember waking up that morning, sighing

Not wanting more than your breath in mine and nothing more than a simple life

Remember walking around the city, smiling

Not wanting more than your hand in mine and nothing more than a simple life

Thinking of Roxy, the touch of her hands

There at the party where nobody danced

Thinking how we ever left hand in hand

Crying so hard I could hardly stand

I see the turquoise sky and you and I

Running like horses chasing the night

I see that morning reflect in your eyes

I still see your face on a new year’s sky