The Other Side Of Blue
There’s an eye on the doorWhere good luck is left hangingAmong the pictures in framesTime is left still standing
In the cinnamon sunWith the high speed traffic rushingWhen all is over and doneI will come home runningrunning to you
Things will change anywayAt least that’s what he’s hopingIn the taxi asleepWith his mouth wide open
In the cinnamon sunWith the high speed traffic rushingWhen its all over and doneI will come home rushing to you
I don’t understand itWhat brings me to youBut all I seeIs all I needI Fall into the blue
In the cinnamon sunWhere my hope is hangingWhen its all over and doneI will come home to you
Behind the noiseI fall into the Blue
Μην ανοίγεις το φως,μοιάζει ήλιος στο ταβανικι αν δεν ζήσουμε αλλιώςτο να ζούμε μαζί μου φτάνειΜην ανάβεις το φωςμοιάζει ήλιος το ταβανικι αν δεν ζήσουμε αλλιώςτο να ζούμε μαζί μου φτάνει
behind the noise I fall in to the bluebehind the noise i fall in to the blue