I wrote Blue a couple summers ago while holed up in Berlin working on songs for a new album. I knew the sonic world I wanted the album to live in - big orchestral textures with choral parts and horns - but I hadn't executed a recording with chamber instruments before, and didn't know quite where to start. Berlin turned out to be the perfect location for focusing - I didn't know anybody or speak the language, so I didn't have many distractions. All there was to do was write, and occasionally bike through the city for inspiration.
Listening back to it now, each line and lyric has a place attached to it. The Soviet war memorial in Treptower Park - wandering through the subterranean galleries at the Neue Nationalgalerie. The memory of it is still seems so close.