Needle of the lonely truth Guess it's up to us to choose Just doing what we have to do To let the blue sky in And it's a game, everyone knows Bombay gin and last year's 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 I'm a one hit wonder
You are softer than you think Just try pushing me under Try taking me to the brink I'm a one hit wonder You are softer than you think You're 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