Lyrics

Hey Mrs. Blue The limo that they called for will be there soon

The lights make a border between them and you

The leather feels so good a familiar cool

You used to wear pink and now you prefer red

The demons do tribute dance for your head

High-heeled boots make you feel so tall even when you’re wearin’ nothin’ at all

Hey Mrs. Blue looks like it’s getting to you

Hey Mrs. Blue What are you gonna do

For whom does the swallow sing?

Does it sing for you?

Sometimes freedom feels like you’re lost in space

You could slip away like a falling start without a trace a-huh

No one really special would remember your name

Or think about the way you used to do that thing

Hey Mrs. Blue looks like it’s getting to you

Hey Mrs. Blue what are you gonna do?

For whom does the swallow sing?

Does it sing for you?

Hey Mrs. Blue the people on the promenade they’re askin’ for you

And you know why

You’re the latest you’re a favorite guest but home echoes like a canyon in between your lonely breaths

Hey Mrs. Blue looks like it’s getting to you

Hey Mrs. Blue what are you gonna do?

For whom does the swallow sing?

Does it sing for you?