Like they were carved in stone that time cannot erase.
What secrets lie behind an awful shade of blue ?
In a place of reckoning I keep returning to.
And we return back to the place where words belong, in an awful shade of blue.
I sit and listen to an awful shade of blue,
And through the creeping dust that I am listening to
Are the words that I once loved and meant the world to me.
But they are only now a distant memory.
And we return back to a place where words belong, in an awful shade of blue.
There''s no sense in cryin'', it is only a shade of blue.