Blue and Gold

Phone call, Sunday afternoon
 Springtime, this flower's lost it's bloom
 I was not there, and it is not fair
 Your innocence and youth
 Carried you this far
 Just to be removed
 And tonight, the stars will shine
 And fill my life, you've left me behind
 She's walking through the blue and the gold, the new and the old
 With the ancient Father, of every daughter
 I know that we'll make it through this night
 Dreaming, a panoramic view
 Canvas memories, bring me back to you
 We lived and laughed, we lived so fast
 I can't stand to see the truth
 Now your masterpiece
 It paints the news
 And tonight, the stars will shine
 And fill my life, you've left me behind
 She's walking through the blue and the gold, the new and the old
 With the ancient Father, of every daughter
 I know that we'll make it through this night
 She's walking through the blue and the gold, the new and the old
 With the ancient Father, of every daughter
 I know that we'll make it through this night
 And I will make it through this night
 And I will make it through this night
 And I will make it through this night
 She's walking through the blue and the gold, the new and the old
 With the ancient Father, of every daughter
 I know that we'll make it through this night
 She's walking through the blue and the gold, the new and the old
 With the ancient Father, of every daughter
 I know that we'll make it through this night
 And I will make it through this night
 And I will make it through this night
 And I will make it through this night