מילים לשיר Buck Rodgers – Feeder

Talk about it
You dream about it
You feel that theres no place left to glow
Operatics, break the habits
You feel that theres no place left to grow
You gotta reach inside yourself and let it go Close your eyes and drift away to some place new
Where the skies are blue brings back the child in you
Cross a lonely field as birds begin to speak Its alright
Its ok Blue, true
Blue, true Cry about it shout about it
You feel that theres no sense in going on
Late november, change in weather
The cold has got a hold of you again
That river's gonna drag you down again Close your eyes and drift away to someplace new
Where the skies are blue brings back the child in you
Cross a lonely field as birds begin to speak It's alright
Its ok
Its alright
Blue Nothing was stopping you
Nothing was stopping you
Nothing was stopping blue Blue, true, blue, true, miss you Child in you.