Hey, hey, babe, don't you know
How many times I've dreamt of you?
Hundred million, two-hundred thousand
Five-hundred sixty-two
You're the apple I desire
I'd go out on a limb for you
White bird in a blizzard, you're my dove
You make me all kinds of blue
If the sky falls down, we'll pick it up
And take the pieces to the depot train
And if they ask for a ticket stub
We'll give them a sparrow and a drop of rain
If Jesus Christ were here today
He'd probably get a face tattoo
And drink Porto under a bridge
And live his life all kinds of blue
A face of glass with shattered eyes
Looking at the busted street
There's no glue strong enough
To mend the cracks in eternity
Sometimes, it's fast, sometimes, it's slow
But time, it always changes you
The weather's round, it'll bring you down
And paint your head all kinds of blue
I felt a spark like Joan of Arc
First time that you touched my skin
Let's run away to Thunder Bay
And never use our names again
Love is the best thing that there is
But don't let words get you confused
Our blood is red, the moon is white
And your eyes are all kinds of blue
Our blood is red, the moon is white
And your eyes are all kinds of blue
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