Testo An Awful Shade of Blue - Tarnation

An Awful Shade of Blue

Like they were carved in stone that time cannot erase
What secrets lie behind an awful shade of blue?
In a place of reckoning I keep returning to
And we return back to the place where words belong, in an awful shade of blue
I sit and listen to an awful shade of blue
And through the creeping dust that I am listening to
Are the words that I once loved and meant the world to me
But they are only now a distant memory
And we return back to a place where words belong, in an awful shade of blue
There’s no sense in cryin', it is only a shade of blue