Авторы: Jason Germain, Marc Martel
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.вЂ¦.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.