lue 
Everyday 
Blue 
Everyday 
Blue 
Everyday 
 [bad word] 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

 [bad word] from another place 
Everything 
Takes grace 
And the air's still warm...