Bombay Blue - Mystery Jets

A baby, young and sweet

A Maharashtra night, a city street

And I feel low

Hear her crying in her sleep

A blanket of newspaper sheets

By my window

There’s no worse sound that I could hear

Or hope of life that I fear she’ll never know

Oh those Bombay Blues

And the harder you push her away

The sooner your heart turns a darker shade of grey

But the more you allow her in

The longer she’ll live beneath the surface of your skin

Oh and now that I can see

How love becomes the enemy

They say there’s nothing you can do

But that’s what they want you to believe

Full moon party on the beach

Burning holy effigies on Summer sands

Temporarily mend the holes

In your chimerical soul

In a mystic land

But all the beautiful things that you love

Will one day turn into the things that you despise

'Cuz the darkness lives within

And the more that you hide it

The darker it stains your skin

Oh and now that I can see

How love becomes a memory

And you say there’s nothing I can do

If that’s what you wanna believe

Oh and now that I can see

How love becomes the enemy

You say there’s nothing I can do

If that’s what you wanna believe

There’s clearly nothing I can say

That will make her go away

Don’t say there’s nothing I can do

If that’s what you wanna believe