Christine Fellows Bright Blue Flame Lyrics
Bright Blue Flame by Christine Fellows
Who's fallen face down just inches from an ashtray- just inches from a bright blue flame.
If you could lift your head you'd be laughing.
A vision lighting up the room.
But every last ditch attempt is your worst offence.
The shortest distance between you and the bright blue flame.
who's yelling at a stranger in an elevator for looking at you like that.
All your smeary-eyed magnificence glaring back.
But every last ditch attempt is your worst offence.
The shortest distance between you and the bright blue flame.
If you could lift your head you'd be laughing.
A vision lighting up the room.
But every last ditch attempt is your worst offence.
The shortest distance between you and the bright blue flame.
who's yelling at a stranger in an elevator for looking at you like that.
All your smeary-eyed magnificence glaring back.
But every last ditch attempt is your worst offence.
The shortest distance between you and the bright blue flame.