alone in this evening blue With the setting sun turning leaves to brown If I had a lover who's heart was true I wouldn't be alone in this evening blue
In the blue of evening When you appear close to me, dear one There in that dusk we'll share a dream reverie In the blue of evening While crickets call
Relapse Prevent trigger intent Now drown High strung Say X amount of words You're solar, bipolar Panic disorder Seems harder and harder and harder
I'm just a normal boy That sank when I fell overboard My ship would leave the country But I'd rather swim ashore Without a life vest I'd be stuck
Tomorrow I'm gonna find a way to die I'm living only for a lover And the death of you and I But if you find a way to break my back With needles, thread
it's somethin' wrong 'Cause my baby can't be found Now every Saturday evenin' After the sun go down Every Saturday evenin' I get these blues as blue
Only way to have those things. Toiling has born too many tears, Turn 'round all those past years. Evening time to get away. Evening time to get away. Evening
way to have those things. Toiling has borne too many tears, Turn round all those past years. Evening time to get away. Evening time to get away. Evening
Twilight time to dream awhile, Unveils a deepening blue. As fantasy strides, over colorful skies, The form disappearing from view. In twilight time,
When the sun goes down, And the clouds all frown, Night has begun for the sunset. See it with your eyes; Earth re-energized By the sun's rays every day
When the sun goes down, And the clouds all frown, Night has begun for the sunset. See it with your eyes, Earth's re-energized, By the sun's rays everyday
out of sweet words to say And I wish that I could hear Yeah I wish that I could hear The blues you sing The blues, the blues you sing to yourself
Good evening Philadelphia I can`t believe what I just said I got up again Like a monkey And I raged right through the set We went outside Into an autumn
In the blue of evening when you appear close to me, dear one There in the dusk we'll share a dream reverie In the blue of evening while crickets call
to live in clover But they are such a chosen few, chosen few And clover being green is something I've never seen 'Cause I was born to be blue When there
making my heart sing out With the setting sun, turning leaves to brown If I had a lover, who's heart was true I wouldn't be alone in this evening blue
out of sweet words to say And I wish that I could hear Yeah I wish that I could hear The blues you sing The blues The blues you sing to yourself.