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Bow down you wretched sailor if salvation's what you want
It will cost you what you think you know and everything you got
It seems you've cried a thousand times and ain't got much to lose
Just dry your eyes for me tonight and make a mess of blue
Now all around the valley where the ragged people dwell
I strangle from the balcony as they cursed me down to hell
I stand before my maker hoping for to start a new
Just looking for some answers in this crazy mess of blue
Moondog in the cool night free flight in the snow
Separation clings to untied shadows lined with gold
Mangled from the morning in majestic masks of doom
Steel eyed and pining in this empty mess of blue
The futile phantom follows me into the raging storm
I turn myself beside his face where sin itself was born
I crossed the endless gallery and met the bitter muse
I offered her my honesty she made a mess of blue
Secure the sails forward march into the sinking sun
Take what you are given and be mindful as you run
The streets are filling up with heat and you alone must choose
To keep the ground beneath your feet or make a mess of blue
King of disillusion president of peace
Swing in great confusion from their dark deserted dreams
The last breath is the deepest and rightfully misused
They ride into the distance on a wild mess of blue
There's comfort in the darkness and there's fantasy in fact
A thousand tears now fall before the teenage diplomat
Abstract in the kingdom and by candle light pursued
Just hold onto your freedom and go shake this mess of blue
Hard up in the alley twisted in the dirt
Pulled down by insanity and this time it's gonna hurt
Constellations scattered down the youthful avenues
Where nothing really matters except a simple mess of blue
Words of wasted wonder desolation hymns
Knee deep in the thunder and decaying with the wind
A fool I am to ponder but how could I refuse
A wild touch of fire set me in a mess of blue
Now she is my religion yes she's only everything
She walks the crooked edge and makes that silver silence sing
You know I've cried a million times for love I never knew
I'll shine a light for her so bright from my lovely mess of blue
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