Needle of the lonely truth
Guess its up to us to choose
Just doing what we have to do
To let the blue sky in
And its a game, everyone knows
Bombay gin and last years clothes
Part of the grand plan, I suppose
To let the blue sky in
To let the blue sky in
Just try pushing me under
Try taking me to the brink
Im a one hit wonder
You are softer than you think
Just try pushing me under
Try taking me to the brink
Im a one hit wonder
You are softer than you think
Youre softer than you think
Final game for us to play
Is to cut the deck and make a train
From concert hall to cabaret
And let the blue sky in
And let the blue sky in