Streets I’m used to seeing, People I’m used to seeing    Recently all have seemed to become the events of a distant country       I want to feel it again, in the dark    My hopes weave the pattern of vivid music       No matter how painful the time    Why is it that I sing? (Who knows)    I don’t want to love anymore    Why am I growing distant? (darling darling ah)       I can’t hear anything    The desert dawn is cast on my eyelids    My tears don’t spill at all    I just tried turning BLUE       I was born of a woman, but    I go best with this color       I can’t feel anything anymore! It’s that age, isn’t it    The sadness of the clown The spinning lights       Even on nights this clod    Who is the one singing? (Who?)    Five or six sheets of manuscript paper    The tune of BLUE ink       I want to believe one more time, we will be even    Sooner or later the light will reach you!       No matter how painful the time    Why do I live? (Who knows)    I don’t want glory at all    Normality is the best       Darling, Darling, ah... Questions make me blue    Darling, Darling, ah... Tell me something good       Let me feel it one more time, with a heart from performance       No matter how long the night    Day should break, right? (Who knows)    This story is from how many years back?    You’re still caught up in it, huh (Darling darling, ah)       I can’t hear anything    A ship floats in amber waves    I don’t embrace fantasies    It’s fogged up and I can’t see       What can you understand?    Why do I care? (Who knows)    I don’t want to love anymore    Why am I growing distant? (Darling, darling, ah)       I can’t hear anything    The desert dawn is cast on my eyelids    My tears don’t spill at all    I just tried turning BLUE