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