The colour of grace alters    depending on the light   reflects my manic state   commotion fades    all details and shades   leaving black and white      Blinded by obscurity   ears bleed from discolouring silence   bare and disarmed before you   talk to me god   talk to me god      Beneath my silent skin   I reach for you   into the blue   undress my disbelief   I follow you   into the blue      The more it's simplified    the harder it gets for me to see    I'm straying in the dark   grasping air with a hollow stare   please lead me on my way      peel off all the layers one by one   till I see the true heart of my impurity   I'm disarmed before you   talk to me god   talk to me god