Blue Moon - The Kills

Wake up to a blue moon in the sky

A cool china blue

Hear the thunder of life driving by

Guess it’s finally on the loose

And I smell the soot sweat

On the sick-a-more trees

As the branches collide

With every thought I think

Now the neighborhood cat is calling

He can’t sleep

Says the oxygen in the needle and pin

Has sprung a leak

Well he really took his chance

Crossing his heart, hoping to die

He was young and he was happy

At the time, at the time

It seems to be like cinema

Silver turns to it’s old tricks

Magic loses all it’s magic

And you know what it really is

The young men who used to

Use their knuckles, are gone

But the tadpoles keep on multiplying

Down in the swamp

When the pearly gates do open

Dragging their legs out of spite

Inside a woman sits to greet you

Welcome home to the night

It’s the last motel

With electric, she says

Take a seat while the maid

Goes and cleans up your mess

Honey it could take an hour

It could take all year

It could take a century

For your bad name to clear

Wake up to a blue moon in the sky

A cool china blue

Hear the thunder of life driving by

Guess it’s finally on the move