It¡�¯s late in the evening
And the weather is cold
I'm beginning to miss you
But that story¡�¯s so old
I know I've been knocking
My head on the wall
And I must have been crazy
To leave
Oh yeah, yeah
Strange kind of blues coloured moon
Shines in the middle of my room.
Sometimes I'm burning
With a vision so bright
That it brings on the sunshine
In the middle of the night
And all those musical ladies
And the crazed young men
They are trying to make music
Together again? 0h no no
And a strange kind of blues coloured moon
Shines in the middle of my room.
