I
A lie, a dream, a crystal gleam,
my tears crystallize.
They turn to shards of glass within
and pierce straight through my eyes.

I scream—the nightly howl I scream—
the silence is my friend.
Its echoes fill me to the brim
and hiss at every bend.

Refrain
Cerulean’s the only king
to which I bend the knee.
Cerulean’s the only thing
still left alive in me.

Cerulean’s the only wine
that I was born to crave,
it floods the cracks where blood has dried
and drags me to my grave.

II
My blisters ache, my flesh is raw,
I butt my head on cliffs.
I’d sell my soul to breathe the awe
of peaks in cirrus drifts.

I climb and climb to reach the blue,
the red and black below.
Cerulean’s the only hue
to which I bend and bow.

Refrain
Cerulean’s the only king
to which I bend the knee.
Cerulean’s the only thing
still left alive in me.

Cerulean’s the only wine
that I was born to crave,
it floods the cracks where blood has dried
and drags me to my grave.