So sad, flying away and leaving home.
So sad, saying goodbye to my only one.

Who will hold me when I feel alone.
Who will caress me and kiss me at home?
Who will look me in the eyes and open her arms?

The window is open and the time is now.
To dream about forever and forget about now.
Through the fields of flowers and the roads of cracks.
We can live our lives tomorrow and never look back.

I know you feel this way too - far away from you.
I guess that's why they call it the blues.
When you are no beside me I cannot choose.
Between smiling or crying - smiling always will lose.

The window was left open and a cold wind was blowing.
There were no birds singing, no crows crowing.
Nothing but the blood stains upon my shoes...
A tear fell and I thought, I guess that's why they call it the blues.