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Songtexte: U2. Your Blue Room.

It's time to go again
To your blue room
Got some questions to ask of you
In your blue room

The air is clean, your skin is clear
I've had enough of hanging 'round here
It's a different kind of conversation
Your blue room

You saw me coming, love
In outside
You saw me coming
Somewhere I can hide

And time is a string of pearls
Your blue room
Once again
See the future just hanging there
Your blue room

A new frame, a new perspective
Looking down on my objectives
Your instructions, whatever their directions
Your blue room

You saw me coming 'round
East by the moon
You saw me coming
But can you feel?

It's alright
Your blue room

One day I'll be back
Your blue room
Oh yeah, I hope I remember where it's at
Your blue room

You see me slide on
Won't you bring me back home?
So much for change

Zooming in, zooming out
Nothing I can't do without
A lens to see it all up close
Magnifying what no one knows

Never in company
Never alone
No car alarm
No cell in the phone