Beautiful South The Little Blue Lyrics

Little Blue Lyrics

(heaton/rotheray)

 You can't write a novel from a briefcase

 You can write a poem from a trench

 You can dream a dream from a to b

 But you can't catch a bus from a bench

 

 You don't back a horse called striding snail

 You don't name your boat titanic ii

 So why when i see your happy smiling face

 Do i always end up singing little blue

 

 Little blue, how do you do

 Your smile looks like heaven

 But your eyes hold a storm about to brew

 Little blue

 How can a flower so pretty

 Be so laden down with dew

 Little blue

 

 How can a flower so pretty

 Be so laden down with dew

 Little blue

 

 You can't build a brewery on a cemetery

 You can build a pub on a church

 And people fall quicker than buildings do

 You have to decide what comes first

 

 You don't call a plane the flying roman

 'cause the romans always walked and never flew

 So why when i see your happy smiling face

 Do i always end up singing little blue

 

 Little blue, how do you do

 Your smile looks like heaven

 But your eyes hold a storm about to brew

 Little blue

 How can a flower so pretty

 Be so laden down with dew

 Little blue

 

 Well bukowski wrote a story from a barstool

 And keats from the top of a hill

 So i'm going to save my special song for you

 From a grave where it's quiet and it's chill

 

 'cause there's a queue of clouds assembled

 On the horizon of your smile

 When most think that you're holding back

 I know you're holding bile

 

 Little blue, how do you do

 Your smile looks like heaven

 But your eyes hold a storm about to brew

 Little blue

 How can a flower so pretty

 Be so laden down with dew

 Little blue

 

 How can a flower so pretty

 Be so laden down with dew

 Little blue