Mournful hearth-tender,
Your blood burns like hot coals.
Slowly, deep breath in,
Quicker, shaky breath out.
Turn blue red,
You're always in my head~
Why don't you look this way,
I need to make you stay~
"Kiss me again"
Pleads the foothill at the looming mountain.
What's that look you're giving me?
I'll tell the story of the blue man who turned red.
Turn blue red,
I want you in my bed~
Why don't you come to me,
You're always in my dreams~
I want to see you in a light,
That burns through all pretension.
We could be lovers tonight,
But not lovers tomorrow