Your days are sleepy Worn out and pale Few clouds will disappear out of the blue You touch the window pane The rain feels dry Your fingers kiss my brow out of the blue A shade of streetlight Is watching you You give me a smile out of the blue Your eyes tell me your tale of woe So sad and deep that I can't go Or do you want me to leave you again? The grey chords of end Are sounding nigh And if they stroke you out of the blue... I know it's late now You don't let me in A chilling butterfly - out of the blueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
