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
In 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
(In your blue room)
See the future just hanging there
(In your blue room)
And you crave
A new perspective
Looking down on my objectives
New instructions, whatever their directions
Your blue room