So you’re feeling blue
Tell me all your news
I’ll take care of you
As I used to do
Blue, Blue

Tired of the weight
Tired of all the hate
Watch the moon deflate
As it’s getting late
Blue, Blue

Cut me open I’ll bleed
Waiting patiently dressed in debris
It’s mount Athos I need
In the open I’m covered in greed
Hold me close make me see
Your head’s stunting a porcupine tree
I want you to believe
That I’m not on some love killing spree
That I’m choosing for us to be free
Blue, Blue, Blue

We took a walk through the cemetery
Past the graves we talk
I watched stones of importance
In limestone and graphite
Our names won’t be there
We won’t survive
Was it all our fault
I squeeze your little fingers
Blue, Blue, Blue

Written by Melker Ewertsson
Prod/Mix Oscar Beckman
Mastering Gustav Brunn

Stockholm, Sweden