Soir Bleu Lyrics

I spent last night trying to write down your number

Important things like that I can't remember

This morning I tried to read my own writing

I blame it on all of those years of typing

I think I'll know what I want

When I have it

I stick my chin out at luck

It's a habit

Both of our faces are red

The sky's blue

Soir bleu unlit cigarette

And paper moons

Maybe I missed my one chance for true love

Maybe it's a sick trick from above

Watching me stumble into a yellow car

Leaving the man of my dreams at an empty bar

Face caked in rouge

Evening painted blue

Nothing left to pursue

Just go home

I think I'll know what I want

When I have it

I stick my chin out at luck

It's a habit

Both of our faces are red

And the sky's blue

Soir bleu unlit cigarette

And paper moons

I think I'll know what I want

When I have it

I stick my chin out at luck

It's a habit

Both of our faces are red

And the sky's blue

Soir bleu unlit cigarette

And paper moons

I think I'll know what I want