(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede) I'm missing my friend I'm missing her again And I don't know why Why Is The Sky Blue Blue Blue Blue Blue
Translation: The Nits. Blue.
Nights in white satin never reaching the end Letters I've written never meaning to send Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before Just what the
Bleached by the sun and scorched by the moon If I make it 'til tomorrow noon, I'm leaving 'Tween the horror of space and the terror of time My heart in
believe him Knows every song that Christmas got Even ones my brain has dropped Just him and that old fir tree All lit up this night Electric blue Just
Yes, blue must be the color of the blues There's a rainbow overhead With more blue than gold or red Blue must be the color angels choose And the blue
(Justin Hayward) Pain, sorrow, tears long, lonely years with love having passed me by I could live a lie for you but truth is the road I choose knowing
somebody t' watch over me All my blue moon nights I want a girl to take me by the hand Follow me right down the line Hold me gently while we dance All my blue
up, or spill over As it pleases. This power is stripped from me. So I'm listening for you to speak to me, Of Green Days and Blue Nights, or at least nothing
Walked you to the corner, we stood beside the bus And the tears rolled down our faces as the driver stared at us Typical summer, that time of year When
I wait 6 years, I wait 6 nights Wind this rope, a second chance (I'll wait) I call your name like in a trance (I'll wait) I will run to you, I will die
We love the voodoo nights Love the wild side of the city We love the voodoo nights Midnight rendezvous I'm dying for you, babe Can you hear my heart? At closing blue
Blue days, black nights Blue tears keep on falling for you dear Now you're gone Blue days, black nights My heart keeps on calling for you dear And you
Blue days, black nights Blue tears keep on fallin? for you dear, now you're gone Blue days, black nights My heart keeps on calling for you dear and you
of music from somewhere else close by and he followed the trail of those new notes till he found himself outside the notes led him to a blues bar that
Translation: Blue. On nights like tonight.
Translation: Blue Oyster Cult. Death Valley Nights.
