out of the ruins
blood grown heavy from his past
his wings stripped by thunder

but those storms keep coming back
singing birds in sickness
sing the same blues songs

when they fell out of the emptiness
they must have brought along
space's loneliness

space's loneliness
gotten so good at hiding it
even he does not admit it

that glittering flash in his eyes
makes it look like he might be alright
if the blues are you hunter

then you will come face to face
with that darkness and desolation
and the endless depression

but you are not helpless
and you are not helpless
try to beat it

try to beat it
and live through space's loneliness
and live through space's loneliness

you are not helpless
you are not helpless
i'll help you to try to beat it