I used to see a million colors
And now the only one I see is used
And I would sing in rising chambers
But then I followed jealous words from you
So now
Shivered nights wake sleeping heartaches
There will be a bruised love
Little lives need greater mercies
Let there be a bruise
Here comes the storming
And there goes all
But little fires burn beneath the sea
I woke up a bird in mourning
I flew above my bed then drowned
Oh, God
Shivered nights wake sleeping heartaches
There will be a bruised love
Little lives need greater mercies
Let there be a bruise
Who am I but a lily in a field?
Across the night, stars sing of you
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(Across the night, stars sing of you...)
Shivered nights wake sleeping heartaches
There will be a bruised love
Little lives need greater mercies
Let there be a bruise