All the Colors of the Dark

You look the same
 Nothing round you ever changed
 Behind tall trees, plenty of grass
 And white pine leaves
 This is not your world anymore
 I sat in the car in the shadowed topiary gardens
 I had long imagined where you lived
 The skin of your palms
 And some strange pardon
 All the colors of the dark
 Of all the colors of the heart
 All the colors of the dark
 Of all the colors
 You had left your mark
 Change change
 I got married on a Sunday afternoon
 Summer's singing I am not the same
 Still counting X for days
 It's not that things go away
 Took you on a subterranean ride
 Columbine and clover
 Grapes grow on the vine
 I must have made years of surrender
 You see it all the time
 All the colors of the dark
 Of all the colors of the heart
 All the colors of the dark
 Of all the colors of the heart
 You had left your mark
 Change change
 I got married on a Sunday afternoon