... Of Blue - Everon

So here I am

Just a man with his empty hands

Right here I’d go down on my knees

And offer submission

If it made my grey skies blue

So hear my call

Well, it won’t make no difference at all

Right here I would speak any vow

And promise I’d give

If it made my grey skies blue

I know that I have a habit

Of taking things too hard

How often you’ve almost got mad about that

Well, I know what you mean

When you say things are never as bad as they seem

Although I don’t really think

That you are truly right

Every word I’ll deny

If I get through this night

So here I am

Just a man with his empty hands

Right here I’d go down on my knees

And offer submission

If it made my grey skies blue

So hear my call

Well, it won’t make no difference at all

Right here I would speak any vow

And promise I’d give

If it made my grey skies blue

Sometimes I wonder

Why we try to plan anything at all

It never works out

And life goes on its own secret ways

When I feel like I’m losing my grip

I remind you still saying

«Those days won’t last forever

I swear you’ll be back under skies of blue»

Well, I know what you mean

When you say life is not as unfair as it seems

Although I don’t really think

That you are truly right

Every word I’ll deny

If I get through this night

So here I am

Just a man with his empty hands

Right here I’d go down on my knees

And offer submission

If it made my grey skies blue

So hear my call

Well, it won’t make no difference at all

Right here I would speak any vow

And promise I’d give

If it made my grey skies blue