Underworld – Twenty Three Blue Lyrics

Little imitation plastic wood girl
The wind is coming, wait
Time moves slowly on the island

Bell the dagger, Bell the digger, horn puller

Home

Nothing is a problem

The sound of you, like geese
The sound of you, ringing

Crystal dirt in the flat bed
Shapes i never seen like days before
Cover the city tonight

Sleek, pale
Goldhead
Blue come & wrap around us

Who will take me home?
Walking slow
Breathing, upstairs & laughter
Rippling

Footsteps in grey
For listening
Dipped in black
Smiling

Descends the stairs
Winter walks in,
The phone rings, I hesitate
The name, then answer
"Carry cup to see you 'Late-a'"
Do you feel the cold of winter

Clutching steaming paper
It's up to you
Before the world wakes up

Do u feel the cold of winter
Do u feel the cold of winter
Do u feel the cold of winter

Do u feel the cold of winter
Do u feel the cold of winter

Red & black
Between the trees
Billy Billy Billy
Left-foot, drag the stone

Walking for the wind
Cold knuckles
Slow browns and greys
Laugh poster-face man
Selling Monday in the market
Winter streets - dries bones
Do u feel the cold