Darkest Shade Of Blue - Matt Minglewood

Darkest Shade Of Blue - Matt Minglewood     So early in the morning, four or five o'clock I do believe Two bottles of whiskey, one pack of cigarettes and still no release Well this darkness fell upon me when you said your love for me had died Now my heart might drown in its own tears and there's no place for me to hide From the Darkest Shade of Blue Yes this is my house and I know it but something seems so strange Everything is right where it should be but nothing seems the same A shadow passes before me, I reached out in hopes of you Such a cruel, cruel joke, it was only smoke And of course the smoke was blue The Darkest Shade of Blue My eyes are blue, my heart is to It just might not survive In this lonely room in this house of gloom The blues could bury me alive I wish that blue was just a color You might not hear me complain But the blues is such a hurting thing When it falls on you like a hard rain I should get myself together Go out and face the day But I'm so afraid when the sunlight fades I'll be right back here again in the Darkest Shade of Blue