Bullet Boy

Lyrics

Blue... everyday Blue... everyday Blue... everyday Blue... Bruised from another place Everyday Takes grace... And the air's still warm... From a bullet in the wrong place You're still moving I'm still wounded From the speed Never leave so free (Free) I still stare... From the glare... (From the glare) Of the last stare Bruised... from another place Everything Takes grace... And the air's still warm...