He throws spirals into the air
And twists my words into melodies
With a twirl of the hair

My thoughts are the shadows that follow us
They are always dark
In sunlight we breathe freely
Our lungs are not what they used to be

Take another cigarette
Better that they burn yr heart out
Instead

blue
and all the colours point to blue
and i arrive at her house
and its all blue
and her cars outside
so i presume she’s in
and swig some whiskey
and climb a fence which
looks blue in my vision
and i'm in a garden
that should be green
but its blue
i got the blues
i climb up into her window
carefully on blue vines
and sit on the blue ledge
looking to mellow skies
i tap twice but carefully
incase she’s sleeping with someone new
climb in and say
i’m sorry
so sorry
i’ve got the blues