I'm not really blue
Just a bit confused
Strangely I am wondering
Which one of us was used
But I'm not really blue

I'm not really blue
Just a little bruised
There's a mark from where I fell
And I tripped up over you
But I'm not really blue

Ripples rolling over me
From a stone thrown in a lake
Of icy tears that fell and filled
An empty aching space

Rocked in these waves unendingly
I cling to broken dreams
The wreckage of a rescue ship
Torn open at the seams

Whilst through unfathomed depths below
The stone is ever falling
I only see blurred landscapes
From which the sky's been stolen
But I'm not really blue
Working my way through
What else can I tell you?
Well, I haven't got a clue
But I'm not really blue