Letras
One, two, three
I can't see them with my eyes, I can't touch them with my hands
But I feel them in a rainstorm in the desert burning sand
They always seem to find me when I'm unaware
Speaking up behind me when I'm in my easy chair
Bad news, bad news
I say hello to the blue
I can't hear them with my ears, I can't drown them with my tears
I feel the air grow colder, know they're looking over my shoulder
They always seem to find me when I'm unaware
Sneaking up behind me when I'm in my easy chair
Bad news, bad news
I say hello to the blue
I can't shake them with the gun, I can't lose them if I run
Someday I'll just walk away, be laughing when I say
They never will find me when I'm unaware
Sneaking up behind me when I'm in my easy chair
Good news, good news
I say goodbye to the blue
Good news, good news
I say goodbye to the blue