Tiny Ruins - Jamie Blue lyrics

Take James Indigo Blood on his hands, oh Blue-bu*ton James He was a town crier Whiskey or prophecy It's hard to distinguish, but he Cried with a strange fire His lone voice getting higher With each hour pa**ing him by Cursing the malaise of his time, So unkind Blue James looking down At his hands, he makes a fist with his right Like a washed-up boxer hearkened back to his best fight It's the brave that fortune favors And going out to bat for you Dodging and digging my own grave and Lucky bravery blue [Interlude] It's the brave that fortune favors And going out to bat for you Dodging and digging my own grave and Lucky bravery blue And it's a shame I know That God saw the shadow And that quest is fallen Says in two, I think of James He wasn't always the best man, think of James But I hear he sang true, think of James Calling his questions Vision's broken, years they ain't through His lone voice getting higher With each hour pa**ing him by Cursing the malaise of his time, So unkind Blue James looking down At his hands, he makes a fist with his right Like a washed-up boxer hearkened back to his best fight It's the brave that fortune favors And going out to bat for you Dodging and digging my own grave and Lucky bravery blue