It can be simple memories at the change of a life – for him it’s a shade of green.
Though he saw it long ago, it follows him through his dreams,
For there amidst the dregs of wine and smashed glasses on the floor
He once saw that shade of green as her dress swept out the door.
He first chose not to follow her, seeking vengeance for his wounds
But as she passed into the street he realised this was love’s tomb
So there he followed after her, in her dress that shade of green
Alas for my lonely friend, that dress could not be seen.
And so if you were to ask my friend about a memory that changed his life
He’d tell you about a shade of green that brought him the most strife.