BLUE LINE

I know a thin blue line

Shrouded in a veil so fine

I watch it rise and fall

It’s the start or the end of it all

And I think she’ll let me touch it, touch it

I hear a distant beat

I hear its thump thump thump thump

repeat

I know from where it comes

Deep set organic drums

I know still waters stop

I see it, feel it drop drop drop drop drop

I know still waters run dry

I can see it through my dimming eye

And I think she’ll let me touch it,

Touch it, touch it.

She’s let me touch it before.

And I think she’ll let me cut it, cut it.