A Bouquet of Blue for You

A Crooner and a Dancer

My dear darling, have I been alarming
when I come home in the middle of the night?
My lady of love, as tranquil as a dove
you'd probably like to fly away up in the sky

It isn't a surprise, I've seen it in your eyes
that golden glimmer fighting for freedom
It isn't my demise, I'll just have to device
my own little way of clinging to love

Tip-toed through the tiny corridors of corroded happiness
I get rust on my fingers from touching the walls - have we grown
to become wood and fire, an angel and a liar?
Wonderfully weirdly we wait
Possibly probabilities pointing our hearts towards heaven
but what is heaven to one who doesn't believe? I'm asking you

Girl, you were a dancer the night I met you in London town
living for the breeze of gin in the air and the misty cloud up the roof
I took you away through the cozy alleyways, through the neon rays
I, was a crazy and young crooner
I could not seem to get enough
you told me you could dance away the night - and I said I could sing til the light
shone upon our bodies lying in the rye

It's time that we saw, that we just wanted more
we live for the showbiz and breathe for the thrills
My lady of love, as tranquil as a dove
don't you think I saw you running there, towards to hills?

Well, I did, and I understand - your moves will always be in demand
So now I'll go back to singing about love and old flames, all those other names
for things that people keep chasing in vain
The pay is good, but I'd rather be with you, that's true!