The sky is playful with the clouds,
He won't deny the love he has.
For he isn't shy to speak his heart
To his beloved betrothed cloud.
What about me? My poor old heart
Keeps hiding in the shadows
Of my own downfall.
I have the shivers just like the leaves
That shakily are cast away by the autumn wind.
Coz' when I told you that you're the one
You glanced at me with those big doe's eyes
And told me 'Cry me a river!
Oh boy, cry me a river!
I'm so over you! '
Now I can't enjoy the joy of spring,
Coz' you have taken everything.
You broke my dreams in bits and pieces
And stepped on them with a wicked grin.
The sky is playful with the clouds,
He won't deny the love he has.
I wish I could be playful too...

I'll always have the blues for you

I'll always have the blues for you.