Texty
None of these signs lead where they point
The spinney’s out of joint
Follow me down, we’ll hitch a ride
Before the party dies
Blue over blue
Oh, these days and nights with you
Blue over blue
Who am I now, who are you?
Playing hide and seek
In between doors
Through the ruined year
None of these tracks lead where they should
The watcher’s in the wood
We better split, the ides are down
And the carnival’s uptown
Blue over blue
(through the door)
Oh, these days and nights with you
(counting down the ruined year)
Blue over blue
Who am I now, who are you?
Written by: Alasdair MacLean
