sitting on top of a tree looking down on me - too blue to be looking up to a dream of yours a painting of a room with a million doors the memory of a key in a sea of time the keeper of the tree is no friend of mine falling down i'm falling down sitting on top of the world looking down on you - too blue to be looking up to a dream of mine a painting of a shoe like a porcupine a painting of a wood in the south of france standing by the edge of a new romance i'm falling down isn't it true on days that are blue a light in the heart comes shining through todos contentos y yo tambien there's a word on my lips spelled like: the end flying with the wings of a dove looking down on love - too blue to be looking up to a dream of light a painting of the world but far too bright a picture of your luck that turned it's back a crumpled paper plane has left it's track falling down sitting on top of a cloud looking down on me - too blue to understand the point of that dream of mine the painting of a shoe like a porcupine the painting of a wood in the south of france standing by the edge of a new romance falling down i'm falling down isn't it true on days that are blue a light in the heart comes shining through todos contentos y yo tambien there's a word on my lips spelled like: the end