Текст песни Blue Hour - Stephen Cummings

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

The city never blacks out
Cars and sirens in the distance
The angel of forgetfulness
Wore a blue polka dot dress
And 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

That's the blue hour
That's the blue hour
That's the blue hour