Song | Automatic Blue |
Artist | Thea Gilmore |
Album | Murphy's Heart |
Well the traffic says its morning | |
And the light that's in your room | |
The radio is broken | |
So you hum a Springsteen tune | |
Oh you say you've not been sleeping | |
Cos your heart keeps you awake | |
And wonder how much longer | |
This fade out is gonna take. | |
Well here are your best laid plans | |
there your ways and means | |
You laid them there right at her feet | |
Beside your truant dreams | |
Oh I know a little bar | |
Where they make bloody Mary's strong | |
Let’s raise a toast to ragged ghosts | |
And loneliness and song | |
Amen amen | |
This one here's for you | |
Cos love is either wild frontiers or automatic blue. | |
Well here's to wine and flowers | |
And a dance in Saint Marks square | |
Echo’s in Murano glass and perfume in her hair | |
Oh but February's mist is thick | |
And the road ahead is hard | |
You thought you'd think of it forever | |
Now it only makes you tired | |
Amen amen | |
This one here's for you | |
Cos love is either wild frontiers or automatic blue | |
Yeah love is either wild frontiers or automatic blue. | |
The only time that you can see her | |
Is when you close your eyes | |
You put your phone back in the drawer | |
And straighten your disguise | |
Think of the colours of your children | |
And the songs you give wings to | |
The springs arrived and there's the sky | |
It’s automatic blue | |
Automatic blue automatic blue. |
Well the traffic says its morning | |
And the light that' s in your room | |
The radio is broken | |
So you hum a Springsteen tune | |
Oh you say you' ve not been sleeping | |
Cos your heart keeps you awake | |
And wonder how much longer | |
This fade out is gonna take. | |
Well here are your best laid plans | |
there your ways and means | |
You laid them there right at her feet | |
Beside your truant dreams | |
Oh I know a little bar | |
Where they make bloody Mary' s strong | |
Let' s raise a toast to ragged ghosts | |
And loneliness and song | |
Amen amen | |
This one here' s for you | |
Cos love is either wild frontiers or automatic blue. | |
Well here' s to wine and flowers | |
And a dance in Saint Marks square | |
Echo' s in Murano glass and perfume in her hair | |
Oh but February' s mist is thick | |
And the road ahead is hard | |
You thought you' d think of it forever | |
Now it only makes you tired | |
Amen amen | |
This one here' s for you | |
Cos love is either wild frontiers or automatic blue | |
Yeah love is either wild frontiers or automatic blue. | |
The only time that you can see her | |
Is when you close your eyes | |
You put your phone back in the drawer | |
And straighten your disguise | |
Think of the colours of your children | |
And the songs you give wings to | |
The springs arrived and there' s the sky | |
It' s automatic blue | |
Automatic blue automatic blue. |