First time around the floor, what was it I wanted to say, sky pale blue as a robin's
egg or this robin egg, pale blue and thin as the sky?
And what would it matter here, dark back booth of another bar, happy hour still a distant
dream and early afternoons washed out light blistered by the front window's neon?
Why was it I came here, soul in shadows and the clack of billiard balls?
God knows I'm too old for this.
It's not that we fight exactly, but every argument leaves a shut up and terrified like
young lovers waiting on a home pregnancy test.
One line or two, red line or blue.
The only thing certain that no one will speak, no matter what there is to say, it's that
old pole again, when nothing much matters, nothing much lasts.
Sky in the robin, robin in the sky?
Look, I've got enough change for two songs on the jukebox and a little time still before
I've got a head home.
I'm thinking pale blue eyes and lonely teardrops, something slow, something fast.
What do you say?
Oh emptiness, oh void, take me one last time in your arms, won't you?
Look at this thin and shimmering light.
No more sulking, teach me how to dance.
Oh, oh, I'm so blue, cause I'm worried over you.
I sometimes wonder why I never hear from you.
I promised you to write to me, each and every day, but I haven't heard from you since you
went away.
Oh, oh, I sit by my window pane, hoping for a letter, one that never came in my heart.
I cross a one little line, anything to save your mind.
Oh, oh, I said pray, each and every night.
Hoping and praying that someday you'll write, girl, my heart.
I cross a one little line, anything to save your mind.
I cross a one little line, anything to save your mind.
