The Blue Hour 
 [bad word] to lie beside you  [bad word] to know the dark for light  [bad word] to [bad word] just one 
and that one died with yesterday 
with yesterday 

Now that I’ve laid me down to sleep 
for what it's worth, I dress my tears in costumes 
never again will we, will I turn to stone 
the drowning edges of my pillow 
catch the last breath 
on a desert leading down 
the breath too deep, the breath too long ago forgotten 
 [bad word] to lie beside you  [bad word] to know the dark for light  [bad word] to [bad word] just one 
and that one died with yesterday 
with yesterday 

Now that all honest clocks bury oceans with sand 
our tears have filled them once again 
when will I, will we stand at the shore 
to cleanse our souls? 
To cleanse our souls? 
Are memories too deep, 
are memories too long ago forgotten 
now that I’ve left that chance to die? 
 [bad word] to lie beside you  [bad word] to know the dark for light  [bad word] to [bad word] just one 
let us not die like yesterday 
like yesterday 

Can we coincide with drama? 
WIll we live to tell our sons? 
The cancer of childhood continues to grow 
nine days seven times 
lost our first to a thousand answers 
lost our sight to to tide 
can we look away 
or must we look inside? 
Or must we look inside?