Lyrics Blue - En Minor

Blue

A cold, firm grip…
Of the antique pistol awaits…
For a skull that has been doomed…
And this weapon was meant for use…
(So) they’ll have an…
Exceptional funeral…
(And) well attended…
A joint love of shadows…
Unnatural Causes Blue…
Swan in hired silk…
Nodding bedsit mock…
Draped ceiling to floor…
In red pool lament…
(So) she’ll have an…
Exceptional funeral…
(And) well attended…
A joint love of shadows…
(So) she’ll have an…
Exceptional funeral…
(And) well attended…
A joint love of shadows…
Unnatural Causes Blue…
Unnatural Causes Blue…
Exhausted and grave…
Awaiting the worst in most…
When the cold truth has worn…
Its miserable welcome out…
(So) we’ll have an…
Exceptional funeral…
(And) well attended…
A joint love of shadows…
(And) we’ll have an…
Exceptional funeral…
(And) well attended…
A joint love of shadows…
Unnatural Causes Blue…
Unnatural Causes Blue…
Unnatural Causes Blue…
Unnatural Causes Blue…
Unnatural Causes Blue…