Blue Notes

We can listen to jazz in your room with our eyes shut tight. Hear the saxophone laying its tunes all over our night. And when the blue notes slide all over our heads, I’ll be secretly hoping you will guide me into your bed. / And we can listen to records with the lights off and you can draw letters on my hand. And we can talk about predestination, are our lives just things He planned? And we can list our favourite black and white movies and our favourite comedy shows – I’m just grateful for this lesson you have taught me, perhaps the greatest one I’ll ever know. / That things will always get better if you want them to, just gotta let down your barrier and open up to all things new. And you’ll let light in to this dark room and see that happiness comes from nobody else but you. / And we can go to a Belgian cafe and order mussels and chips. And you will buy me a beer from which I’ll only take sips. And I’ll compare the seafood to your arms to coax out a smile. And we’ll confess our interest in each other though we’ve known for a while. / And we can listen to records with the lights off and you can draw letters on my hand. And we can talk about predestination, are our lives just things He planned? And we can list our favourite black and white movies and our favourite comedy shows – I’m just grateful for this lesson you have taught me, perhaps the greatest one I’ll ever know. / That things will always get better if you want them to, just gotta let down your barrier and open up to all things new. And you’ll let light in to this dark room and see that happiness comes from nobody else but you