My sandpaper sigh
engraves a line
into the rust of your tongue.
I could've been someone
to you
would have painted the skies blue
Baby blue
if you knew...
Baby blue...

Edging closer
you swing my way
I've got no chance
and nothing to say.
But stay
here for a while.
Baby blue...

But if only
you could see
my shadow crossing your path.
It won't be the last...

Baby blue...