The Church - Cobalt Blue lyrics

Desert wind in a telephone box
Dial my numbers up picks my locks
Picks his kind to go and mingle in my mind

Here I am on the edge of every town
You read my fortunes up you lead it down
Lead me to land

Let it run right through my hand
And it's nothing nothing you could know
Let it go nothing really that you could know

Motel bar, the dirty sulky moon
Turn my head up let it all cocoon
Let it go nothing really we could know

And it's nothing nothing you could know
Let it go nothing really that you could know