Off The Planet (Dorothy Porter / Tim Finn)

 

When I can’t dream in the past

When I can’t hope for the future

When I can’t face the biff and bash of now

 

Where do I go?

Where do I go?

 

When my purse is empty

And when my blood goes underground

When clammy day after day

Dribbles on my neck

 

Where do I go?

Where do I go?

 

I go off the planet

To my own lovely world

Where the only colour is blue

Oh, blue, my sweet blue

Who knows what you can do

Blue, my blue, my sweet blue

 

When I can’t dream in the past

When I can’t hope for the future

And when I’m stuck in the red of now

 

Where do I go?

Where do I go?

 

I go off the planet

To my own lovely world

Where the only colour is blue

Oh, blue, my sweet blue

Who knows what you can do

Oh, blue, oh, blue, my sweet blue

 

Floating like an ocean in the air

Foaming like surf through my hair

 

I build my own palace

Where I can live without you

I go off the planet

Where I can breathe blue

Where my heart

Is a playing fountain of blue

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