Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
You want to leave me, baby, be my guest
All I'm going to do is cry
And then I'm gonna find me someone else
And tear the stars out of the sky
Looking for something when there's nothing there to be found
Make it easy on yourself
Go out and find your body someone else
Or tear the stars out of the sky
Baby you're too well read
Baby you're too well spoken
Baby you're too pristine
When I cry, do you feel anything?
Baby you're too well read
You want to leave me, baby, be my guest
All I'm going to do is cry
And then I'm gonna find me someone else
And tear the stars out of the sky
Baby you're too well read
Baby you're too well spoken
Baby you're far too clean
When I cry, do you feel anything?
Baby you're too well read
You don't need me anymore
You don't need me anymore
They say storms are rife for summertime
Well baby, I'm long gone
What are you going to do when you open your eyes
It's a brand new day and baby
No blue skies?
No Blue Skies was written by Lloyd Cole.
No Blue Skies was produced by Lloyd Cole & Fred Maher & Paul Hardiman.