Standing in a bright lit room strangers all around me To the spot my feet were glued before the Lac d'Annecy
I walked around then I came back and stood there lost in wonder Nothing else there could attract the rest were only pictures
So blue, so blue, so blue
I waited on a cold highway throwing stones and singing A man he took me all the way right through to Central Station
Where have you been? he said to me I've been down to the gallery What did you see? he said to me I saw the Lac d'Annecy
And it was so blue, so blue, so blue
Now colour constructs every line and the more every link is made fine the stronger the net will be Every day he left his wife to wrestle with his lover A hundred ways Mont St. Victoire and each time starting over
Now Pablo's work was child's play and Henri did it faster But the slow old grizzly bear was their only master