Blue paint is on the window’s frame I wait, everything’s the same
Nothing bores; it’s just your mind Nothing’s more; it’s just your mind
Does the wind blow? I don’t know Flowers in the dirt Cover all my world
Nothing bores; it’s just your mind Nothing’s more; it’s just your mind
This is rain they suppose, but it brings me dryness This is pain they suppose, but it brings me gladness All the flowers lying here, all the dreams I can not see This is love they suppose but it brings me hate
Nothing bores; it’s just your mind Nothing’s more; it’s just your mind