paroles de chanson Blue Hour - boy with a guitar

How did you know?
You did, didn't you?
Yes, I knew
I knew there'd be a fire
And I knew it'd happen this afternoon at 2 o'clock
But what I didn't know
I didn't know that I would cause it
I shouldn't have come here (ok, ok, ok)

Ever feel so magical like early in the morning?
That moment between sleep and before you start yawning
A sweet, sweet ecstasy, I feel like it's my calling
To keep horrors unknown, dismiss the appalling
Scouted out some dating, I'm feeling Miss Pauling
Trusting her a lot like I'm backwards falling
Say "we could get so better" then baby, why are you stalling?
You got me from both corners of the mouth just drooling
Yeah, you got me spending pay checks on colourful flowers
Yeah, you got me scrubbing real hard at my face in the shower
Yeah, you got me screaming hard but I wish it was louder
Bust a lung to tell you 'bout how this world is ours
Yeah, my head's windy, a hole in it like Howard
My heart is yours so what is mine is devoured
Sometimes our love is so intense that our future makes me cower
But none of it matters, in that nice blue hour

It can't work because I know too many things
(Only love in the blue hour)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I know, I know about too many tomorrows
(Only love in the blue hour, blue hour, yeah, yeah)
Tomorrows?
Your history, Abby (Only love in the blue hour)
You and this town, and the people in it
Everything about it, your history
And I can't change it (Blue hour)

Could I be a dream? Or could I be reality?
Questioning myself and the nature of my sanity
Euphoria was written in a classroom so happily, but
Nirvana lives in a mind's tapestry
And there only there, a feeling with no homies
Who thought the perfect feeling could be so lonely?
And if you doubt it, dig deep, and then you can show me
A flash by of peace, ha, Adobe
Used to hate myself but now she check my health
It's mad, I was only focused on the wealth
And I still am, rapping like I'm fucking Will-am
"I" in the middle, I'm a star and I fill cam
Feel like Bonnie (Hello?)
Give you a scare in the door, mate
In your office, leave a red floor, mate
Heebie jeebies, can only sleep in the day but
I catch the blue hour before I'm on my way

Because the past isn't violet
The past is sacred
(Before I'm on my way, yeah)
It belongs to those who live in it
It's not for interlopers
(Before I'm on my way)