he said, "dont worry about me, cos i never worry about you"
she looks down at the floor as she wonders
the spilt milk by the door says it all, she ponders.
but it appears red through rose tint glow,
the plot has nowhere else to go

when you find yourself in black and white,
crystal clear, rose tinted, trite
you see him as your paramour
then it all turns back to technicolor

he says "dont wait, i wont wait for you"
curtains drawn against the world, under fire, over ice
she's under attack, but there's those rose tinted glasses to look through

darkness abounds in suburban towns
the light flickers off, dreams surround

silent movie, black and white
greying edges, still as trite
the great avantour
talks on, back to technicolor:

"rose tinted life, rose tinted dreams, our leaders ignore the screams
ex president, hanging on by his teeth
cant see the gravity of shoe missile," meanings tug at dissensions beneath

he asks if she believes him, she shakes her head,
they walk along the sea front, he breaks off ahead
she decides his thoughts cannot be true
not what she reads in the morning news

so she shakes them off, he leaves her behind
her path rose tinted, she eyes the sea, color blind
harsh tide crashes slow, punctuating the truth;
that she's gone nothing left to lose.