Shallow capacity is bearing all I see, and I know

It's disease, it's loss, it's death knocking at my door

I click these thoughts to something else, something more.



I'm so blue, you're so blue.



Detached harmonies, all the airways scream dissonance

And we know of broken life, broken homes,

Broken hearts and broken bones,

Recycling the paper of a crying world's suicide note and

We're so blue, so blue. 



See the world spinning round

A sucking hole that souls go down

Embrace the sorrow of today because repentance finds a way

Only His blood can heal our wounds

Only His blood can heal our wounds

And if repentance finds a way, what's left today to be.….blue? 



A final symphony,

The precipice too close, you're scaring me -- back away

Sin is real, it doesn't feel, It always, only always, steals.

Run to the cross the only joy that's real.