Blue de Symposium

Turn back the hands of the little clock,
put down the hand you've been dealt.
i am not sleepy,
i only say what i feel.
how does it feel to be one of the,
ugliest men i've found you.
It's so confusing my love,
this is what i think each morning,
we only want to be free.
it's so demanding of me,
this is what i want to be.
we really need this life.
Say what you want to say.
you're closing in, while i'm running away.
looking inside of, trying to find it here.
what can i do to make you all vanish into the blue,
with
with
It's so confusing my love,
this is what i think each morning,
we only want to be free.
it's so demanding of me,
this is what i want to be.
we really need this life.
we really need this,
we really need this,
we really need this life.