Chorus:
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.
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