Harry Connick, Jr.
buried in blue
The sun sets red with rage
White clouds float by
Like high cotton
Blank as an empty page
Blue is a color buried
Not forgotten
Sweet as mother's milk
And clear as the wind
Wrap the dead in a pleat of silk
Blue is the color to be buried in
When you left
Leaving nothing behind
There's no one to blame
No criminal, no crime
You can report a missing person
But not a stolen heart
And I'm missing a person
To whom stealing was an art
The painting's complete
The brush strokes dry
I hear a band playing
A bent note or two
I guess someone died
And just wants to be
Buried in blue
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- Miscellaneous
- That Would Be Me
- Smokey Mary
- Every Man Should Know
- Your Songs
- What a Night! A Christmas Album
- Only You
- To See You
- Star Turtle
- She
- When My Heart Finds Christmas
- 25
- Blue Light, Red Light
- We Are in Love
- 20
- Miscellaneous
- (I Like It When You) Smile
- (I Do) Like We Do
- France, I Wish You Love
- Movie Music: The Definitive Performances