(You dream a certain kind of blue) I dream a certain

(You dream a certain kind of blue) kind of, kind of blue

Now (You dream a certain kind of blue) I dream a certain

(You dream a certain kind of blue) kind of, kind of blue

Deep, clenched and narrow, something louder close to Brueghel in his blooms

Deep, clenched and narrow, something louder close to Brueghel in his blooms

I anchored in trust and beliefs

My reason sways by the roadside

Exhibiting states of fugue

She mentioned I should never stop

I'll hang on to this, I'll hang on

I'll hang on to this, I'll hang on

Even if I take fright

Even if I take fright

Even if I take fright

(You seek a mistress in the brood) I seek a mistress

(You seek a mistress in the brood) in the, in the brood

Now (You seek a mistress in the brood) Oh, I seek a mistress

(You seek a mistress in the brood) in the, in the brood

Incising starlight on the back of sleepless lovers in the nude

Incising starlight on the back of sleepless lovers in the nude

I, who whistles loud and up to noon

The songs on which I ran aground

Dreaming of Caribbean dunes

Dreaming of Caribbean dunes

Who bares the desk facing the street?

Who whispers promises, soft suicides smothered in sheets?

I'll hang on to this, I'll hang on

I'll hang on to this, I'll hang on

Even if I take fright

Even if I take fright

Even if I take fright

Even if I take fright

Even if I take fright

Even if I take fright