Blues are blues
The loneliest blues
That cover the ground
And seep through trees.
From morning to night
Lost all delight
Everything small
Blues are so blue.
Soft is each drip
Delicate footsteps
Mind rewinds
And time deeply sighs.
Blues are blues
The loneliest blues
That cover the ground
And seep through trees.
From morning to night
Lost all delight
Everything small
Blues are so blue.
Soft is each drip
Delicate footsteps
Mind rewinds
And time deeply sighs.