From Out Of The Blue

Three weeks have passed, we've not heard the last
The phone has been crying out loud
Ever so sad, the only son that they had
No mother was ever so proud

The papers had said, she was found dead
Behind the children's playground
A lamb to the slaughter, this mother's daughter
The silence is all over town

This invitation extended to you
Came from out of the blue

Inside his room beside the gloom
Flowers adorn the walls
But something's not right, he's taken a knife
And replaced all those roses with thorns

This invitation extended to you
Came from out of the blue

He'd spun a line, got washed up by time
Strangled that young girl's cry
His mother saw the sign, her lost washing line
So she hung her old son out to dry

This invitation extended to you
Came from out of the blue

Then sitting round the dinner table
They were forced to look into each others eyes
His mum and dad
And here mum and dad
Had lost their guilt
And their kin

This invitation extended to you
Came from out of the blue