Spent a lot of my time looking at blue

The colour of my room and my mood


Blue on the walls, blue out of my mouth


The sort of blue between clouds when the sun comes out

The sort of blue in those eyes you get hung up about





When that feeling of meaninglessness sets in

Go blowing my mind on God


The light in the dark with the neon arms


The meek he seeks, the beast he calms

The head of the good soul department





I see myself suddenly on the piano as a melody

My terrible fear of dying, no longer plays with me


For now I know that I'm needed for the symphony




I $$#ociate love with red


The colour of my heart when she's dead


Red in my mind when the jealousy flies

Red in my eyes from the emotional ties


Manipulation, the danger signs




The more I think about sex the better it gets


Here we have a purpose in life


Good for the blood circulation

Good for releasing the tension


The root of our reincarnations




I see myself suddenly on the piano as a melody


My terrible fear of dying, no longer plays with me


For now I know that I'm needed for the symphony




Spent a lot of my time looking at blue