Its time to go again To your blue room Got some questions to ask of you In your blue room The air is clean Your skin is clear Ive had enough of hangin round here Its a different kind of conversation Your blue room
Saw me calling love, somewhere deep inside Saw me calling you, somewhere I can hide
And time is a string of pearls Your blue room See the future just hanging there Your blue room And you crave A new perspective Looking down on my objectives New instructions Whatever their directions Your blue room
Saw me calling love (Bongolese) Saw me calling (Bongolese)
Its alright Your blue room One day Ill be back Your blue room Yeah, I hope I remember where its at Your blue room
See me slide Wont you take me back there So much fun to me
Zooming in Zooming out Nothing I can do about A lens to see it all up close Magnifying what everybody knows Never in conflict Never alone No car alarm No cellular phone
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