The newsreel is rolling, words are at an all time cheap The more they are talking, the less it means to me A terrifying feeling creeping in without a sound I know it'll pin me if I stop to turn around Casting off again, not knowing where to land
Drifting in a brand new kind of blue Hoping that I'm only passing through The ache of a decade, the cure is overdue For this brand new kind of blue
Floating through the ceiling, high up over the trees Saw a panoramic view of my whole history The city was all buzzing on every wire and track Through it all I heard a voice calling me to come back All those birthday cards buried out in the yard Casting off again, not knowing where to land
Drifting in a brand new kind of blue Hoping that I'm only passing through The ache of a decade, the cure is overdue For this brand new kind of blue
Drifting in a brand new kind of blue Drifting in a brand new kind of blueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
