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We were standing on the shoreline

waiting for a moment to arrive

the first light or at least

another quiet dream of any other kind, 

and from behind smokescreens made from long lost love

and burning cigarettes

the joker who spoke slyly of your dreams

were trying steal the night away unseen

but I don't think we ever really minded him all that much

it was just another blues to us back then

it was alright by us if he wanted to play it like that

So there we were, both of us lost

deep inside the miracle we'd made

chasing the first light over the thinnest ice

madly daring everything to break

but we weren't looking down for any lost miracles

no, we were looking up at that pale dawnbreak sky

somehow finding that very miracle anyhow 

There were angels flying around, but they had broken wings

and everything inside them was turning stones

still the the night and it's darkness

would soon turn into a dawnbreak blue

sure, it will be pale and fragile, 

but it will be there none the less

it won't leave until it's time

Perhaps that's why the angels keep trying

I don't know, but I hope they've got a reason like that

broken or not they belong in that pale morning light

even if it might be just me hoping

at the time it just seemed to feel empty without them 

and I always think about broken angels flying around

looking up with a broken little smile 

 I guess from another other point of view

we were standing on that shoreline

  simply because there were no one else

were there to see things through

 there to say farewell to Lady Midnight and her loneliness

and we wanted her to know we love her too

 

.. and of blues and broken men 

many things can be said, 

like of how when you find yourself

listening to music you used to love and still do

only now it's coming through in a melancholic hue

learned them as I learned to hold on

just another innocence lost along the way

just another night to make it through

yeah, just another blues

Yeah, the words and melodies haven't changed

the song still remains the same

but nowadays it's just a little easier to just let them slide

just a little easier to let them pass on by

you've already said your goodbyes anyhow

haven't you?

 

Yeah, the sky nowadays always seems to be cryin'

everyday it gets harder to keep tryin'

We've let the blues run the game for too long

reached the point where we're just holdin' on

Still there's time left, it ain't over yet

No, it ain't over yet

No, it ain't over yet,

We still got the music,

even if it's just another blues

.. dear little baby blue.