WE WERE HAPPY THEN The trees bent low like sleeping men against the winter wind Blackberries and apple farms and foghorns coming in We stayed up late and read Neruda out loud, in the dark Your hands in mine so close it seemed we shared the same heart It wasn't beauty no, it wasn't beauty just the days before we knew the time Every nerve returning, every morning burning blue and bright and mine We were living in a blue room we were living, we were alive Ships going out on the horizon stars dissolving in the tide We were living in a blue room somewhere near the coast, near the end And we were happy We were happy then Long December foghorn nights the distant bell would ring Seagulls white against the black hills the waves did everything We watched the mountains lose their colour blue on blue on grey Eyes for eyes and hands for hands and nothing left to say It wasn't beauty no, it wasn't beauty just the last light running from the sky Every nerve returning, every morning burning into ordinary life We were living in a blue room we were living, we were alive Ships going out on the horizon stars dissolving in the tide We were living in a blue room somewhere near the coast, near the end And we were happy We were happy then There was a time, a handful of days when nothing asked for more The moon came up, the stars dissolved the blue ran to the shore And I keep going back there... back to that room the light, the cold, the dark, the bloom Back to you... We were living in a blue room we were living, we were alive Ships going out on the horizon stars dissolving in the tide We were living in a blue room somewhere near the coast, near the end And we were happy We were happy then
