The Great Detective in Regards to Case #168

[Verse]
The blue on the name tag
The red on your dress
Just blur out the static
Forget all the rest
The color of your eyes
Whatever they were
The thread count of your coat
With my hands around your throat 

[Verse]
The white of the tile is cold and depressed
The lights are the same as they swing back and forth
The color of your eyes just matching the hurt
To the thread count of your coat
With my hands around your throat 

[Chorus]
So sell me another line
And tell me this will be the last time
That I'll ever
Get to see you again
And I'll never
Be quiet too

[Chorus]
So sell me another line
And tell me this will be the last time
That I'll ever
Get to see you again
And I'll never
Be quiet too

[Verse]
The lights are all black now
Alarms set to go
In the morning they'll find you
Amongst all the clothes
And mannequin poses
No eyes to compare
The thread count of your coat
To the time it took me
To write this note