Blue Hour - Stephen Cummings

My luck has turned

Everything lost has come back to me

All the creatures of the night

Have slunk off reluctantly

Sometimes it gets a little lonely

My mood turns a little sour

All that heaving and surging

Before night becomes light

That’s the blue hour

I borrow things

But never get to give them back

Only thing I know for sure

The street of love is just a cul-de-sac

Sometimes it gets a little lonely

My mood turns a little sour

All that heaving and surging

Before night becomes light

That’s the blue hour

The city never blacks out

Cars and sirens in the distance

The angel of forgetfulness

Wore a blue polka dot dress

And I saw a way out of my mess

The angel of forgetfulness

Sometimes it gets a little lonely

My mood turns a little sour

All that heaving and surging

Before night becomes light

That’s the blue hour

That’s the blue hour

That’s the blue hour

That’s the blue hour