Your blue room

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