Go find a jukebox
And see what a quarter will do
I don't wanna talk
I just wanna go back to blue
Feeds me when I'm hungry
And quenches my thirst
Loves me when I'm lonely
And thinks of me first
Blue is the color of night
When the red sund disappears from the sky
Raven feathers shiny and black
A touch of blue glistening down her back
We don't talk about heaven
And we don't talk about hell
We've come to depend on
One another so damn well
So go to confession
Whatever gets you through
You can count your blessings
I'll just count on blue
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
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