Blue... everyday

Blue... everyday

Blue... everyday

Blue...

Bruised from another place

Everyday

Takes grace...

And the air's still warm...

From a bullet in the wrong place

You're still moving

I'm still wounded

From the speed

Never leave so free

(Free)

I still stare...

From the glare...

(From the glare)

Of the last stare

Bruised... from another place

Everything

Takes grace...

And the air's still warm...