Текст Jr. Harry Connick – Buried In Blue

The sun sets red with rage
White clouds float by
Like high cotton
Blank as an empty page

Sweet as mother’s milk
And clear as the wind
Wrap the dead in a pleat of silk
Blue is the color to be buried in

When you left
Leaving nothing behind
There’s no one to blame
No criminal, no crime
You can report a missing person
But not a stolen heart
And I’m missing a person
To whom stealing was an art

The painting’s complete
The brush strokes dry
I hear a band playing
A bent note or two
I guess someone died
And just wants to be
Buried in blue