Black and Blue
N. Kerbin
Ho got lost in the glow of the summer
Sitting on a riverbank taking on water
Heard her name in the rolling thunder
Looked her in the eyes in wonder
And wondered why, oh why
He let himself fall a little be faster when he was young
Into the open arms of just about anyone
He let himself fall a little bit harder
till black and blue he hung the Moon
And carried on
Under the arms of the ancient oak tree
Talking with the ghosts of a hundred and one forgotten loves
E turned his back and headed for the sea
But he took one step and stumbled
And wondered why, oh why
He let himself fall a little bit faster when he was young
Into the open arms of just about anyone
He let himself fall a little be harder
till black and blue he hung the Moon
And carried on
His heart races
A river in the pouring rain
Sinking under an unfamiliar face
He dives deep
To find a little piece of somebody he used to be
Somebody he used to be
Somebody he used to be
He let himself fall a little bit faster when he was young
Into the open arms of just about anyone
He let himself fall a little bit harder
till balck and Blue he hung the Moon
And carried on