I use to see a million colors
And now the only one I see is used
And I would sing in rising chambers

But then I followed jealous words from you



So now,
Shivered nights wake sleeping heartaches
There will be a bruised love

Little lives need greater mercies
Let there be a bruise


Here comes the storming
And there goes all
But little fires burn beneath the sea


When I woke up
A bird in morning

I flew above my bed then drowned

Oh God,

Who am I
But a lily in a field
Across the night

Stars sing of you