Wounds - Slow Skies

Hold your shoulder

Look out for your tears

There’s no one to notice

The way that you stare

For now the ground’s shaking

You can’t get to sleep

Tomorrow will break you

And won’t let you grieve

Call your mother and

Tell her you’re fine

She won’t even ask you

If you feel alright

In morning time shadings

In silvers and greys

Unless you’ve forgotten

What’s led you this way

I would listen as your friend

If I can’t fix it, I know I can help you to mend

Dress your wounds, though I am blue

I am blue

Through your windows

Away from your fears

You borrow the shadows

Of not being scared

And call it your home now

Though everyone’s far

And hide in the darkness

So deep in your heart

But I will listen as your friend

If I can’t fix it, I know I can help you to mend

Dress your wounds, though I am blue

I am blue

If you have dreams now through the night

I could hold them and not let you out of my sight

For your wounds, I won’t be so blue, so blue