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Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues
And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
Brass
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues
And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
I'd frown
And the world seemed to smile all around
'Til it wilted, I wore it, I'll always adore it
My sweet little Alice blue gown

The little silk
I'd frown
And the world seemed to smile all around
Till it wilted, I wore it; I'll always adore it
My sweet little Alice blue gown

The little silk
I'd frown
And the world seemed to smile all around
'Til it wilted, I wore it, I'll always adore it
My sweet little Alice blue gown

The little silk
I'd frown
And the world seemed to smile all around
'Til it wilted, I wore it, I'll always adore it
My sweet little Alice blue gown

The little silk
I'd frown
And the world seemed to smile all around
'Til it wilted, I wore it, I'll always adore it
My sweet little Alice blue gown

The little silk
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues
And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues
And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
The sun sets red with rage
White clouds float by
Like high cotton
Blank as an empty page
Blue is a color buried
Not forgotten

Sweet
brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues

and the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
igniting my fuse

I was blinded by the blackness
Of her long silk stockings
She was rocking with an optical illusion
This ain't how I'd thought it'd be
igniting my fuse

I was blinded by the blackness
Of her long silk stockings
She was rocking with an optical illusion
This ain't how I'd thought it'd be
blue gown, 
When I first wandered down into town, 
I was so proud inside, 
As I felt every eye, 
And in every shop window I primped, passing by
On the Chinese Wall
watching for the coins to fall.

Blue-red silk burning on my chest
Go to sleep but not to rest.
Stepping stones on the yellow sea
As I stand by your flame
I get burned once again
Feelin' low down, I'm blue

As I sit by the fire
Of your warm desire
I've got the blues for you,
blue gown, 
When I first wandered down into town, 
I was so proud inside, 
As I felt every eye, 
And in every shop window I primped, passing by
As I stand by your flame 
I get burned once again 
Feelin' low down, I'm blue 

As I sit by the fire 
Of your warm desire 
I've got the blues
We hit the floor
Just like her blue silk slip
Dark puritan rose
To the curve of her hip
I did not know
It was too much
Too much for me
she's going 
She is the queen of make believe, Evangeline 

She went out dancin' on a Saturday night 
Silk stockings and high heels 
Blue liner
holding me
To the same blue flame that you are under
I feel you scolding me

Your virgin mary's in the way
Hallucinate her face by day
Obscure
As I stand by your flame 
I get burned once again 
Feelin' low down, I'm blue 

As I sit by the fire 
Of your warm desire 
I've got the blues
through shades of blue
I trust you trust in me to mistrust you
Through the Silk Cut haze to the smeared mascara 
A 40 watt sun on a courtroom drama
igniting my fuse

I was blinded by the blackness
Of her long silk stockings
She was rocking with an optical illusion
This ain't how I'd thought it'd be
is in her coffin 
And a-lying by the wall" 

"Tear down, tear down, those milk white sheets 
They are made of silk so fine 
That I may kiss Lady