Blue

When you wake up and it’s midnight
You stare the Moon at the sky
I gaze you sleeping in front a mountain
Clothes mountain dirty, dirty mountain dirty

A wine bottle we shared
A bunch of vinyls that I have
Can buy me a night and some
Brushes to paint you blue

Sorry if I drive you blue
You never make me feel blue

When I wake up and still alive
I pray the Moon at the sky
I gaze your picture hanging by a light
Little light little, bright little star, little

I put your favourite record
Spinning for hours non stop
Drawing your face on my pillow
With brushes to paint you blue

Why does it feel so good?
You never make me feel blue

Wanna take you by the hand
And fuck you in the middle of the night
Explore the space
And never let you blue