作词 : "Is it lasting?", and in asking, the sphere becomes a line A dotted line, and to follow it, you must make a jump each time A dotted page, a dotted hillside, a blast of dots A blind reader, a flock of sheep, and a blast of trumpet shots Here All we have here is sky All the sky is, is blue All the blue is, is one more colour now A basket of apples by the back door beneath the sweater pegs The autumn leaves lift along the street a pair of dancing legs Same as the vendor who likes to sing as loudly as he can And all he says is, "It suits me fine, that's the way I am" Here All we have here is sky All the sky is, is blue All the blue is, is one more colour now Speak a little softer, and work a little louder, and shoot less with more care And sing a little sweeter, and love a little longer, and soon you will be there Here All we have here is sky All the sky is, is blue All the blue is, is one more colour One more colour One more colour now
作词 : "Is it lasting?", and in asking, the sphere becomes a line A dotted line, and to follow it, you must make a jump each time A dotted page, a dotted hillside, a blast of dots A blind reader, a flock of sheep, and a blast of trumpet shots Here All we have here is sky All the sky is, is blue All the blue is, is one more colour now A basket of apples by the back door beneath the sweater pegs The autumn leaves lift along the street a pair of dancing legs Same as the vendor who likes to sing as loudly as he can And all he says is, "It suits me fine, that's the way I am" Here All we have here is sky All the sky is, is blue All the blue is, is one more colour now Speak a little softer, and work a little louder, and shoot less with more care And sing a little sweeter, and love a little longer, and soon you will be there Here All we have here is sky All the sky is, is blue All the blue is, is one more colour One more colour One more colour now
