On a Hazy Blue Evening
A Sad Song from a Time Long Past
There is a haze over the house
And I sit quiet as a mouse
Wanting to scream and cry
Tired and scared to try
There is a haze over my head
And I burrow into my bed
Wanting to taste champagne
Frost the glass of my brain over
For clarity eludes me anyway
And I've misplaced the line between night and day
Somewhere the moon shines bright
Piercing through this starry starry night
But I've no green fairy, no music box
Just one flickering lightbulb, some special rocks
And a fraying ukulele
Plenty old, plenty new, plenty borrowed and blue
But no baby
There is a haze under the floors
The caitiffs crouch behind their doors
Wanting to stomp and howl
Scared of another's growl
There is a tension in my hands
Lump in my throat, legs stiff where they stand
Fall over or cry out
Stuck in limbo, your shouts won't carry
And clarity eludes me anyway
And I've misplaced the line between night and day
Somewhere the moon shines bright
Piercing through this starry starry night
But I've no green fairy, no music box
Just one flickering lightbulb, some special rocks
And a fraying ukulele
Plenty old, plenty new, plenty borrowed and blue
But no baby
Got a tune with no muse, got a much shorter fuse
With no baby
I'm all haunted and hard, finding ways to get scarred
With no baby
Plenty old, plenty new, plenty everything.... (Oooooh)
But no baby
About the Creator
Violet P. Davies
Words make me feel fulfilled occasionally.
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