Im waking up, but the blues are on my
They're on my thoughts
Im standing up, but the blues stay sleeping
Inside my bed
Even if you dont touch the things from your past
Blues will return and drill your brain to put them back
Im walking around, and streets are crowded
I still believe she will appear somewhere
And no one knows, how deep that thought was
The wound won't heal if you can't stop touching
We crashed the ship and threw away the tickets
And no one knows how deep that thought was
Even if you dont touch the things from your past
Blues will return and drill your brain to put them back