Enoch Sings The Blues

We used to be so close one time

We walked gland in gland.

We talked about the future,

All the good things we had planned

But so much muddy water

Went underneath our bridge

Our love turned from a warming fire

To a stinking fridge.          

I wasn’t good at loving you,

My kisses always late

You were good at loving me,

But you’re better still at hate

Our love went from the rooftops

Down to the basement floor

The flowers that I sent to you

Lie dead outside your door.

I’ll wait for you to love again

On a day that you can choose

The day hell freezes over

And Enoch sings the blues.

The love that we once cherished

Was like a heavenly breeze

Caressed us from the hillside

And blessed us through the trees

I thought our love was going strong,

I didn’t think we’d fail

I can’t believe something so fresh

Could turn out so stale.

I’ll wait for you to love again

On a day that you can choose

The day hell freezes over

And Enoch sings the blues.

The old fool in the mirror,

Well he can live in hope

But that old fool can’t wash his face

With razors in the soap

I’ll wait for you to love again

And bring it on the stage

I’m reading from an ancient book,

Yellow on each page.

I’ll wait for you to love again

On a day that you can choose

The day hell freezes over

And Enoch sings the blues.

I’ll wait for you to love again

On a day that you can choose

The day hell freezes over

And Enoch sings the blues.

Lyrics by Vin Murtagh ©2012