Herndon - The Bluest Door lyrics

The Bluest Door The circus found it's tents And the clowns they all repent While the devil holds the cue card And the troubadours are sent And we all want something more What's behind the bluest door? Well our bodies twitch and turn And our desires always burn And the devil holds us close When will we ever learn That we all want something more? What's behind the bluest door? Well the appetites are right And your setting sun will rise And she holds me by the hair And I hold her by the thighs And I look into her eyes And we both want something more What's behind the bluest door? Well I drink it from a can And she smokes it from a bag And we both been losing sleep Like a jet plane in the lag And we're falling to the floor What's behind the bluest door? And the cancer robbed her looks And the booze it stole his mind And they linger in the mist Never knowing what they'd find If they'd just looked a little more There behind the bluest door Behind the bluest door © 1996 & 2012, Allen Herndon (BMI).