Lavender blues cake my soul need I say how and why,
In a wistful hideaway, I watch my feathers die
But still I keep alive, though I run and hide;
Till I find my blues walking wild.
The colored pride of dodgy lips hates nothing but to lie
When you begin to read my mind, my arms are open wide,
But still I keep alive, though I run and hide;
Till I find my blues walking wild.
I paint my face in black and blue, before I cry,
You miss my silent screeches and my naked eye
The touchy stranger walks away, but I know he will stay
The singing fountain shies away, in the darkest month of May
Still I keep alive, though I run and hide
Till I find my blues walking wild.
