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.