My loneliness and my sadness Are as endless As the deep blue sky And those are the hues I get them painted by So that they are not evident How silly! The sky is transparent But even so, they give clues And I guess that's why they call it the blues
My loneliness and my sadness Are as endless As the deep blue sky And those are the hues I get them painted by So that they are not evident How silly! The sky is transparent But even so, they give clues And I guess that's why they call it the blues