Strange Perfumes

That blue day came and it stayed aII night
Blue morning. Blue midnight
The city fell and then you were gone
What is love but a robin’s song?
Ooo these days. These endless blue days
They’re perfect in their own way
Perfect in their own way
Ooo those days that come too soon
Strange perfumes. Long lost rooms
They’re perfect in their own way
Perfect in their own way
Where does love go when love is gone?
To what war-torn city?
Ooo those blue days that stayed too long
What is love but a robin’s song?
Ooo these days. These endless blue days
They’re perfect in their own way
Perfect in their own way
Where does love go when love is gone?
To what war-torn city?
Ooo those blue days that stayed too long