Blue Lyrics

A cold, firm grip
Of the antique pistol awaits
For a skull that has been doomed
And the weapon was meant for use

We'll, she'll, 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 lamen

We'll, she'll, they'll have an
Exceptional funeral
And well attended
A joint love of shadows
So we'll, she'll, they'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

We'll, she'll, they'll have an
Exceptional funeral
And well attended
A joint love of shadows
So we'll, she'll, they'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