The Blue Light Sessions








I Have My Hands

When it drags me down, when it holds me up at gunpoint
When all, when all I hold are only broken bones, in undertow

I know, I know, I know what’s going on
And I see, I see the writing on the wall
And I have my hands to catch me when I fall

When it shuts me down, when it kills the light inside me
When all, when all I hold are pieces I don’t know, in motion slow


And all I see is what you want me to
And I can’t breathe any more with you