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...