Cerulean Blue - Melanie

And it’s blue as in cerulean

It’s the scent of new mown hay

Laugh and turn the pages

When there’s nothing left to say

And it’s true that a thing of brilliance

Can be paled by dimmer light

Spin the tale of ages

And get me through this night

Tragedy takes a number

Beauty takes to flight

Reason’s on vacation

And it’s killing me tonight

There’s a row of oleander

That divides your house from mine

Stifles words of anger

And keeps the neighbors blind

There’s a star set in the distance

Of a steely cold and gray

With lights on the horizon

As we look the other way —

And it’s blue as in cerulean

It’s the scent of new mown hay

Laugh and turn the pages

When there’s nothing left to say

And it’s true that a thing of brilliance

Can be paled by dimmer light

Spin the tale of ages

And get us through this night

Tragedy takes a number

Beauty takes to flight

Reason’s on vacation

And it’s killing me tonight

There’s a music in the silence

Of a spring that plays no more

A desert in our future

And a knocking at the door

There’s a peace for the unknowing

There’s a warning to the wise

A smile upon the faces of our ruin in disguise

And it’s blue as in cerulean

It’s the scent of new mown hay

Laugh and turn the pages

When there’s nothing left to say

And it’s true that a thing of brilliance

Can be paled by dimmer light

Spin the tale of ages

And get us through this night