Cerulean Blue

(albüm: Lowcountry - 1997)

And it's blue as in cerulean
It's the scent of new mown hay
Laugh and turn the pages
When there's nothing left to say

And it's true that a thing of brilliance
Can be paled by dimmer light
Spin the tale of ages
And get me through this night

Tragedy takes a number
Beauty takes to flight
Reason's on vacation
And it's killing me tonight

There's a row of oleander
That divides your house from mine
Stifles words of anger
And keeps the neighbors blind

There's a star set in the distance
Of a steely cold and gray
With lights on the horizon
As we look the other way

Tragedy takes a number
Beauty takes to flight
Reason's on vacation
And it's killing me tonight

Tragedy takes a number
Beauty takes to flight
Reason's on vacation
And it's killing me tonight

There's a music in the silence
Of a spring that plays no more
A desert in our future
And a knocking at the door

There's a peace for the unknowing
There's a warning to the wise
A smile upon the faces of our ruin in disguise

Tragedy takes a number
Beauty takes to flight
Reason's on vacation
And it's killing me tonight