Grey and white and crisp, clean
 How can I live in your world
 Of strawberry flowers
 And colourful hours
 Lovingly I dust all the dust on your shelf
 Kiss the mirror clean
 Where you glance at yourself
 I know what to do
 Maybe a letter I'll send
 From underground and wait to be found out
 Lovingly I press out the ink on the page
 Carefully I'd scent it
 In stock from the meadow

 It is dark... in the meadow

 I spill it all as I pour
 Red wine w ill stain... remember
 There's none for the little girl blue
 Who lives down the stairs
 And loves like the stars
 But I must not forget
 That I am what I am
 And you must not forget
 That you are who you are

 It is dark... in the meadow