Escuchando solo la música, tarareándola y sin entrar en la letra, nadie podría concluir que trata sobre un hombre que está horrendamente deprimido:
Don't you wonder sometimes
'Bout sound and vision
Blue, blue, electric blue
That's the colour of my room
Where I will live
Blue, blue
Pale blinds drawn all day
Nothing to do, nothing to say
Blue, blue
I will sit right down,
Waiting for the gift of sound and vision
And I will sing, waiting for the gift of sound and vision
Drifting into my solitude,
over my head
Don't you wonder sometimes
'Bout sound and vision
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