Your Blue Room - Passengers

It’s time to go again

To your blue room

Got some questions to ask of you

In your blue room

The air is clean

Your skin is clear

I’ve had enough of hangin' round here

It’s a different kind of conversation

Your blue room

Saw me calling love, somewhere deep inside

Saw me calling you, somewhere I can hide

And time is a string of pearls

Your blue room

See the future just hanging there

Your blue room

And you crave

A new perspective

Looking down on my objectives

New instructions

Whatever their directions

Your blue room

Saw me calling love

(Bongolese)

Saw me calling

(Bongolese)

It’s alright

Your blue room

One day I’ll be back

Your blue room

Yeah, I hope

I remember where it’s at

Your blue room

See me slide

Won’t you take me back there

So much fun to me

Zooming in

Zooming out

Nothing I can do about

A lens to see it all up close

Magnifying what everybody knows

Never in conflict

Never alone

No car alarm

No cellular phone