This is the morning when our feelings rise together with the sun

These are the feelings that are yet to be awoken

How many wishes fade to nothing once they face reality?

How many wishes turn to grief?

How many wishes going on and on...



I bless the sunshine with my love-disease and all my needs and more

I bless the sunshine and no shadows haunt my walls

Blue is a state of mind

Blue makes you colourblind

Beware of it, beware of it



You talk about a rumour

You talk about dead-end streets

About this rumour - it's not the way to think

Talk about a rumour

Then talk about a higher love

You know it won't

It won't satisfy my needs

It won't satisy my needs

Say ne, ne, ne



Talk about a rumour



No one expected this, that I should falter in a maudlin sky

No one expected this but I misjudged and aimed too high

Blue is a sacred place where shattered dreams find shelter, well...

Blue is a state of mind

Blue makes you colourblind



You talk about a rumour

You talk about dead-end streets

About this rumour - it's God in me!

So, if you talk about a rumour, then talk about a higher love

You talk about a rumour when all it takes is simple love