Don't you wonder sometimes
'Bout sound and vision?
Blue, blue, electric blue,
That's the colour of my room,
Where I will live,
Blue. Blue.
Pale blinds drawn all day,
Nothing to do,
Nothing to say,
Blue. Blue.
I will sit right down
Waiting for the gift of sound and vision,
And I will sing
Waiting for the gift of sound and vision,
Drifting into my solitude
Over my head.
Don't you wonder sometimes
'Bout sound and vision?
