Blue Songtext
von En Minor

A cold, firm grip
Of the antique pistol awaits
For a skull that has been doomed
And this weapon was meant for use

We′ll have an
Exceptional funeral
And well attended
A joint love of shadows
Unnatural causes blue

Swallowed in the hired silk
Nodding bedsick mock
Draped ceiling to floor
In red pool lament

She'll have an
Exceptional funeral
And well attended
A joint love of shadows


Supposed to have an
Exceptional funeral
And well attended
A joint love of shadows
Unnatural causes blue
Unnatural causes blue

Exhausted and grave
Awaiting the worst in most
When the cold truth has worn
It′s miserable, welcome out

We'll have an
Exceptional funeral
And well attended
A joint love of shadows

We'll have an
Exceptional funeral
And well attended
A joint love of shadows

Unnatural causes blue
Unnatural causes blue
Unnatural causes blue
Unnatural causes blue
Unnatural causes blue