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