Shadows on my hills,

Shadows on my window sill,

And the purple clouds

Pass over without.

Seeing

Violet skies and

Violet eyes,

Look to me to ask,

If I

Am willing to live without,

Your violet eyes.

And this season of flux,

Sudden rains,

And sudden droughts,

I look to see the sky.

And

Shadows on my hills,

Shadows on my window sill,

And the purple purple clouds,

Pass over without.

Glancing my way,

Just like your violet eyes.

And I die like the rain.

And tonight it will

Be dry

Just like your violet eye

On

Your side of the bed.

And from where I stand,

Purple clouds sing and dance,

From the ceiling.

And this time,

They stay awhile,

As I cry and cry and smile

Through the purple purple clouds.