Lyrics The Blue Hour - Vika and Linda Bull

My luck has turned
Everything lost
Has come back to me
All the creatures of the night
Have snuck off reluctantly

Sometimes
It gets a little lonely
My mood
Turns a little sour
All that heaving
And surging
Before night becomes light
That's the blue hour

I borrow things
But never get
To give them back
Only thing I know for sure
The street of love
Is just a cul-de-sac

Sometimes
It gets a little lonely
My mood
Turns a little sour
All that heaving
And surging
Before night becomes light
That's the blue hour

A city never blacks out
Cars and sirens in the distance
The angel of forgetfulness
Wore a blue polka dot dress
I saw a way out of my mess
The angel of forgetfulness

Sometimes
It gets a little lonely
My mood
Turns a little sour
All that heaving
And surging
Before night becomes light
That's the blue hour