Lyrics

Hey Mrs. Blue the limo that they called for will be there soon
The lights make a border between them and you
The leather feels so good a familiar cool
You used to wear pink and now you prefer red
The demons do a tribute dance for your head
High heel boots make you feel so tall
Even when you’re wearing nothing at all

Hey Mrs. Blue looks like it’s getting to you
Hey Mrs. Blue what are you gonna do?
For whom does the swallow sing does it sing for you?

Sometimes freedom feels like you’re lost in space
You could slip away like falling star without a trace
No one really special would remember your name
Or think about the way you used to do that thing

Hey Mrs. Blue looks like it’s getting to you
Hey Mrs. Blue what are you gonna do?
For whom does the swallow sing does it sing for you?

Hey Mrs. Blue the people on the promenade are asking for you
You know why
You’re the latest you’re a favorite guest but home echoes like a canyon in between your lonely breaths
Hey Mrs. Blue....