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What colour is a heartache,
from a love lost at sea.
What kind of memory never fades,
but lingers to eternity.
How dark is the light of day,
the sleepless eyes of mine survey.
Is that you, Atlantic Blue?
My heart is as cold, as you.
How is one heart chosen,
To never lie at peace.
What kind of moment remains,
Is there not one sweet release.
And who's the stranger at my door,
To haunt my dreams forever more.
Is that you, Atlantic Blue?
My heart is as cold, as you.
I lie awake in the morning,
As the waves wash on the sand.
I hold my hurt at bay,
I hold the lives of his children in my hands.
And who's plea will receive no answer,
Who's cry is lost upon the wind.
Who's the voice so familiar,
Whispers my name as the night comes in.
And who's wish never fails to find,
My broken heart on Valentines.
Is that you Atlantic Blue?
My heart is as cold
My heart is as cold
My heart is as cold, as you.