Your days are sleepy

Worn out and pale

Few clouds will disappear out of the blue

You touch the window pane

The rain feels dry

Your fingers kiss my brow out of the blue

A shade of streetlight

Is watching you

You give me a smile out of the blue

Your eyes tell me your tale of woe

So sad and deep that I can't go

Or do you want me to leave you again?

The grey chords of end

Are sounding nigh

And if they stroke you out of the blue...

I know it's late now

You don't let me in

A chilling butterfly - out of the blue