It's late in the evening

And the weather is cold

I'm beginning to miss you

But that story's so old

I know i've been knocking

My head on the wall

And i must have been crazy

To leave

Oh yeah, yeah

Strange kind of blues coloured moon

Shines in the middle of my room.



Sometimes i'm burning

With a vision so bright

That it brings on the sunshine

In the middle of the night

And all those musical ladies

And the crazed young men

They are trying to make music

Together again? 0h no no

And a strange kind of blues coloured moon

Shines in the middle of my room.






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