Let The Blue Sky In

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