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Lyrics

BLUEWHITE
words and music by Grayson Hugh

Here we are now
driving through these small stick towns
on a winter day

thin trees on the hill snow
grey wood bone
stumps and driftwood on the frozen pond

crow stands on a pine top
shall we follow this falling
of winter light?

and go where it takes us
into the late day
where the snow
in the shell of the afternoon
is a cold bluewhite

then toast the twilight
pale indigo

Up in the cornstub fields
grey hulls of barns sleeping
leaning old

owls know where the moon is
the pale iris imprint bloom

the town is melting
pull our windows down
hear the tires whisper black wet smooth

the brook is rising
up the stone mill wall

and deep in the forest
where the dirt road goes
by the cliff banks
the moss is showing
beneath the snow

I look at you
you you you you, baby
my heart starts to bloom
bloom bloom bloom bloom bloom baby cold bluewhite

To the distant fields
our eyes travel over the valley
to those bruegel woods

where the worn light's blurring
the candle glow of a fox's fur
by the stone wall spine

stars are growing
to where shall we go
in the shadow of the night?

somewhere foreign
and far away

at four o'clock in the morning
by the lake hill shapes
we're wide awake
just our small voices
snow brume pines

I look at you
you you you you baby
my heart starts to bloom
bloom bloom bloom bloom bloom baby
I love you
you you you you you baby
I love you
you you you you you baby
cold bluewhite

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