Beautiful South - Little Blue Lyrics
(heaton/rotheray)You cant write a novel from a briefcaseYou can write a poem from a trenchYou can dream a dream from a to bBut you cant catch a bus from a benchYou dont back a horse called striding snailYou dont name your boat titanic iiSo why when I see your happy smiling faceDo I always end up singing little blueLittle blue, how do you doYour smile looks like heavenBut your eyes hold a storm about to brewLittle blueHow can a flower so prettyBe so laden down with dewLittle blueHow can a flower so prettyBe so laden down with dewLittle blueYou cant build a brewery on a cemeteryYou can build a pub on a churchAnd people fall quicker than buildings doYou have to decide what comes firstYou dont call a plane the flying romancause the romans always walked and never flewSo why when I see your happy smiling faceDo I always end up singing little blueLittle blue, how do you doYour smile looks like heavenBut your eyes hold a storm about to brewLittle blueHow can a flower so prettyBe so laden down with dewLittle blueWell bukowski wrote a story from a barstoolAnd keats from the top of a hillSo Im going to save my special song for youFrom a grave where its quiet and its chillcause theres a queue of clouds assembledOn the horizon of your smileWhen most think that youre holding backI know youre holding bileLittle blue, how do you doYour smile looks like heavenBut your eyes hold a storm about to brewLittle blueHow can a flower so prettyBe so laden down with dewLittle blueHow can a flower so prettyBe so laden down with dewLittle blue
