Lyrics
Pale blinds drawn all day
Nothing to do, nothing to say
Blue, blue
I will sit right down (waiting for the gift of sound and vision)
And I will sing (waiting for the gift of sound and vision)
Drifting into my solitude
Pale blinds drawn all day
Nothing to do, nothing to say
Blue, blue
I will sit right down (waiting for the gift of sound and vision)
And I will sing (waiting for the gift of sound and vision)
Drifting into my solitude