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