Blue now is the colour
Love the drug I'm needing
Got to keep this feeling


With the headlights burning
We're looking up for something

Answers on the ceiling

Watching out the windows

Watch the way the wind blows
Soon it will be morning


Still the question lingers
I twist it round my fingers
Could you be my calling?


See this winged boy falling
Falling out of something

Hits the drug I'm needing

Arrows that he's turning

Need to keep this feeling
Slow drug in the morning


With the headlights burning
Looking up for something
Something that we're needing


Still the question lingers
I twist it round my fingers

Could you be my calling?