Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea ...
When I look up at that blue sky, it will bring me to wherever you are. As long as I keep flying and never give up. I will definitely see you again. The summer that we spent together will definitly come again.
So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell, blue skys from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon for whether we are white or copper-skinned We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains We need to paint with all the colours of the wind
The sky isn't always blue the sun doesn't always shine it's alright to fall apart sometimes I am not always yours and you are not always mine it's alright to fall apart sometimes.
She had blue skin. And so did he. He kept it hid And so did she. They searched for blue Their whole life through, Then passed right by - and never knew.