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.
So blue, so blue
Oh, so blue, so blue
-Downhere
 
 
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