Belong to the night
It's useless to fight it
Not a question of to share, but a king of recognition
There's no crazy love, there's crazy girls
Just sit back and stare
She'll take you half the way there
There'll be no talk of love or catastrophy delt from above
There'll be
There'll be
There'll be
There'll be blue skies
Nothin' but blue skies
A beautiful breeze
Is in your blue skies
When the room starts to spin
Know the evil began
When it's all done and through loving you but always
Love your blue skies
Nothin' but blue skies
A beautiful breeze
In your blue skies
Nothin' but blue skies
A beautiful breeze
Well, you made it blue
If you'd move just a touch to the right
I don't want to see the bright light
I just want to see the soft white
In your blue skies
Nothin' but blue skies
A beautiful breeze
In your blue skies
Blue Skies was written by Bobby Birdman.
Blue Skies was produced by Bobby Birdman.