Blue Angel - Graveyard Club

Nights are over, darling

Summer weaves through the trees, calling

«Return to me, return to me»

Crooked fate

Can’t escape yesterday

But golden ones block the sun

Left the shade

And in colors you

In navy blue

Blue angel, blue angel

Blue angel, blue angel

Blue angel, blue angel

Become that photograph under glass

Drowning in tidal pools of the past

And return to me, return to me

your phone down the stairs descending

From the last thirty years pretending

That I wanted this emptiness

Blue angel, blue angel

Blue angel, blue angel

Blue angel, blue angel

Come back to me (x8)

Every fall I feel invisible (x4)

Blue angel, blue angel

Blue angel, blue angel

Blue angel, blue angel