In Blue

The sheets are clean and dry Not red as I would like 'Cause you'd think the first moon to follow murder I'd be drenched like a prom queen on a stage I tried to scrub away The scum that wants to stay Woke you up at midnight with my hands in water Talking mad like Lady Macbeth Oh, I'll never know I dream of her in blue A face that echoes you Tiny hands that grasp at your curls and keychains And the song of her voice in my head Oh, I'll never know Oh, I'll never know