The Blue Hour Songtext
My luck has turned
Everything lost has come back to me
All the creatures of the night
Have snuck off reluctantly
Sometimes it gets a little lonely
My mood turns a little sour
All that heaving and surging
Before night becomes light
That's the blue hour
I borrow things
But never get to give them back
Only thing I know for sure
The street of love is just a cul-de-sac
Sometimes it gets a little lonely
My mood turns a little sour
All that heaving and surging
Before night becomes light
That's the blue hour
A city never blacks out
Cars and sirens in the distance
The angel of forgetfulness
Wore a blue polka dot dress
I saw a way out of my mess
The angel of forgetfulness
Sometimes it gets a little lonely My mood turns a little sour
All that heaving and surging
Before night becomes light
That's the blue hour
Everything lost has come back to me
All the creatures of the night
Have snuck off reluctantly
Sometimes it gets a little lonely
My mood turns a little sour
All that heaving and surging
Before night becomes light
That's the blue hour
I borrow things
But never get to give them back
Only thing I know for sure
The street of love is just a cul-de-sac
Sometimes it gets a little lonely
My mood turns a little sour
All that heaving and surging
Before night becomes light
That's the blue hour
A city never blacks out
Cars and sirens in the distance
The angel of forgetfulness
Wore a blue polka dot dress
I saw a way out of my mess
The angel of forgetfulness
Sometimes it gets a little lonely My mood turns a little sour
All that heaving and surging
Before night becomes light
That's the blue hour
