The Letter Blue - Wet

Hands reach inside of you

They’re calling out to you

Who’s in the dressing room?

Sometimes I wonder too

If I’d just held onto you

Spelled out that side of you

I think the letter blue

Planes thin like paper flew

I’m coming home to you

Hands on the seat turn blue

Let her let go of you

Want it spelled out in black

Time for somebody new

I think the letter blue

Oh, all that left me barely standing

Oh, I just let time go, it passs

Oh, though you wanted everlasting

Oh, all th things I took for granted

Hands reach inside of you

They’re calling out to you

Who’s in the dressing room?