Blue days
Some days I get out of bed
Start a little fire inside my head and think for you
For nothing's changed in all these years
Except for the colour of my tears
My hopes still grew
That somewhere there would be a place
Full of blue days
That somewhere there would be a heart
Full of blue days
For I can never understand
The pain you cause with your sweet hand
I will never understand
The hate you spread across this land
Everybody's looking for blue days
Send to thee the prophecy
Of fiery land and foamy sea
Begin again but never let the wind
Explain all those things we have to gain
Start again
For somewhere there will be a place
Full of blue days
For somewhere there would be a heart
Full of blue days
All these guests with stormy minds
How come they seem to be so blind
I can't explain
Why don't they see that as they fall
They're making prisoners of us all
For I can never understand
The pain you cause with your sweet hand
I will never understand
The hate you spread across this land
Nothing happens to our souls
I'ts just our thoughts and hearts grow old
We will not forsake these blue skies for the grey skies
Of another land
(F.S. Sharkey / D. Kortchmar / W. Wachtel)
Some days I get out of bed
Start a little fire inside my head and think for you
For nothing's changed in all these years
Except for the colour of my tears
My hopes still grew
That somewhere there would be a place
Full of blue days
That somewhere there would be a heart
Full of blue days
For I can never understand
The pain you cause with your sweet hand
I will never understand
The hate you spread across this land
Everybody's looking for blue days
Send to thee the prophecy
Of fiery land and foamy sea
Begin again but never let the wind
Explain all those things we have to gain
Start again
For somewhere there will be a place
Full of blue days
For somewhere there would be a heart
Full of blue days
All these guests with stormy minds
How come they seem to be so blind
I can't explain
Why don't they see that as they fall
They're making prisoners of us all
For I can never understand
The pain you cause with your sweet hand
I will never understand
The hate you spread across this land
Nothing happens to our souls
I'ts just our thoughts and hearts grow old
We will not forsake these blue skies for the grey skies
Of another land
(F.S. Sharkey / D. Kortchmar / W. Wachtel)