Blue like the jazz in your finger tips the kind of somber tune that lingers on your breath Like smoke stuck in the over grown hairs falling out of your ears and the 5 o'clock shadow thats grown from black to grey over these past few years.
There was velvet on that monarchs back she was drinking irish whiskey and had a hollowed out voice The past is gone Except for on your tongue Dancing in your mouth from the top of your spine to the root of your brain
The future is in your sheets I'll leave you alone I'll let you sleep But you know I'll sit at the foot of your bed Just to see you wake With diamonds in my eyes and blue jazz in my blood.