Back Room Parlour Lonely Sits And Cries


See Her With Her Head In Her Hands


But Nothing At All In Her Eyes


Always Listening For The Telephone


But It Only Rings Wrong Numbers


Or Whenever She's Not In Her Home


Chorus


Thinking Life Would Pass Her By


She Opened Up Her Arms


To Reach For The Skies


Her Dreams They Never Came True


So Now She Paints Herself A Sad Song


Colours It Blue


Late Cafe Closing On The Street


He's Turning Out To Hide In Doorways


Or Any Corner That Others Sleep


Empty Bottle Spirits He Has Known


A Vision Of A Quiet Face


Together They Look Like Home


Thinking Life Has Passed Him By


He Opens Up His Arms


To Reach For The Sky


His Dreams They Never Came True


So Now He Paints Himself A Sad Song


Colours It Blue


Memories Fading Photograph Of Years Ago...


Thinking Life Has Passed Them By


They Open Up Their Mouths To Scream At The Sky


Their Dreams They Never Came True


So Now They Paint Themselves A Sad Song


And Colour It Blue