Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blue Banisters, artist - Lana Del Rey.
Date of issue: 21.10.2021
Song language: English
Blue Banisters |
There's a picture on the wall |
Of me on a John Deere |
Jenny handed me a beer |
Said, "How the hell did you get there?" |
Oh, Oklahoma |
Mm-mm, mm |
There were flowers that were dry |
Sittin' on the dresser |
She asked me where they're from |
I said, "A place I don't remember" |
Oh, Oklahoma (Oh-oh) |
Jenny jumped into the pool |
She was swimmin' with Nikki Lane |
She said, "Most men don't want a woman |
With a legacy, it's of age" |
She said "You can't be a muse and be happy, too |
You can't blacken the pages with Russian poetry |
And be happy" |
And that scared me |
'Cause I met a man who |
Said he'd come back every May |
Just to help me if I'd paint my banisters blue |
Blue banisters, ooh |
Said he'd fix my weathervane |
Give me children, take away my pain |
And paint my banisters blue |
My banisters blue |
There's a hole that's in my heart |
All my women try and heal |
They're doin' a good job |
Convincin' me that it's not real |
It's heat lightning, oh-oh-oh, oh |
'Cause there's a man that's in my past |
There's a man that's still right here |
He's real enough to touch |
In my darkest nights, he's shinin' |
Ooh-ooh-ooh |
Jenny was smokin' by the pool |
We were writin' with Nikki Lane |
I said I'm scared of the Santa Clarita Fires |
I wish that it would rain |
I said the power of us three can bring absolutely anything |
Except that one thing |
The diamonds, the rust, and the rain |
The thing that washes away the pain |
But that's okay, 'cause |
Now when weather turns to May |
All my sisters come to paint my banisters green |
My blue banisters grey |
Tex and Mex are in the Bay |
Chucky's makin' birthday cake |
Jake is runnin' barefeet, there's a baby on the way |
And now my blue banisters are green and grey, ah-ah |
Summer comes, winter goes |
Spring, I skip, God knows |
Summer comes, winter goes |
Spring, I sleep, Heaven knows |
Every time it turns to May |
All my sisters fly to me |
To paint, paint |