Blue Lace Ballad

(shhhh) Rain on the window,

a late-night show

Table for one

where the dim lights glow

I watched the smoke

climb up to the roof

Searching the room

for a moment of truth Oh,

the city keeps beat to its own sweet drum

Waiting for the morning sun

(mhhh-hmm) Yeah, the bassline rolls while the story spins

That's where the melody begins

She wore a coat

of a faded green

Sipping her glass like a cinema queen

Two beats late

when she caught my eye

No words spoken as the night went by

Oh, the city keeps beat to its own sweet drum

Waiting for the morning sun

(yeah) Yeah, the bassline rolls while the story spins

That's where the melody begins

Just a beaty story

in the dark... (hmmm)