The Blue Hour

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



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Donald Cummings, Christopher Robert Lionel Abrahams
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