The Secret Life of the Big Black Suit

No new words 
  No letters 
  No postcards 
  I'm alone, dislocated 
  I feel intense 
  I wait for night to fall 
  I sit in silence on my own 
  Waiting for you to call but you never call 

  This is your blue tone calling I wrote it for you 
  This is your blue tone signaling and it's for you 

  Blue walls stained blue 
  Blue room so cold so ill 
  I stagger out 
  The silence and darkness forbears on my soul 
  I am alone 
  Waiting for you to call 

  This is your blue tone calling I wrote it for you 
  This is your blue tone signaling and it's for you 

  We were going to see a film remember 
  Something about blue grass 
  Something deep in the south 
  I can't be too clear 
  Maybe it was the empire of senses 
  It's not too clear 
  This is your blue tone calling I wrote it for you 
  This is your blue tone signaling and it's for you 
  I wrote this blue tone and dedicated it to you 
  You went and left me in my blue tone