I hear jazz,
the jazz of the tide
the jazz of your eyes
the jazz of your heart
keeping time with mine
and it's blue.

I see jazz,
the jazz of the sky
at midnight and midday
the jazz of the passion behind your blue eyes
and it's blue.

I feel jazz,
the jazz of your touch
as our fingers dance across skin
the jazz of your lips
everytime you move in
and it's blue.

And it's blue.

The blue that I feel, and I see, and I hear
The blue that dissolves my irresolute tear
The blue that keeps crashing in and rolling away.
The blue that paints your eyes when you say...
You're beautiful... in blue.
And I can't get back to why I can't feel or see or say
The jazz that is you, in blue.
When I'm without you.
you're the jazz.
You're the blue.