Are you blue or are you blind?

Sleep, clouds disperse and settle on my bed.
Leave my eyes but cling like cobwebs to my head.
It's like the book I never read, all the dust inside my head.
Can't be bought.
And you can keep tomorrow.
Can't be saved.
There ain't no flies on me.
Can't be caught.
The plague that ate your soul can keep away from me.
Down the evening rain falls waltzing round my feet.
Paints reflections of the houses on my street.
Drawn out as the night draws in by the sound of laughing, the smell of sin.
Can't be bought.
And you can keep tomorrow.
Can't be saved.
There ain't no flies on me.
Can't be caught.
The plague that ate your soul can keep away from me.
Smile again for me as if you're going to say:
Nothing could have done all this then gone away.
I may have just saved my life on a childish whim or a pretty rhyme.
Can't be bought.
And you can keep tomorrow.
Can't be saved.
There ain't no flies on me.
Can't be caught.
The plague that ate your soul can keep away from me.