Blue (Burn The Sun)

Dial the numbers, call the emergencies,
The sky is blue, its emptiness crying out for me.
Is this just tears blurring out reality?
A heart made of pieces from years in obscurity.

I need help my friends…
Find me a collector of broken hearts.
There's a shoemaker back home,
He should know how to sow me back together.

Why does the sky stay blue even when the sun's out?
It's all I ever see and I'm losing my mind now.
I've lost every colour and every desire (to even look anymore.)
Closing my eyes to hide what I've become,
Dark blue engulfs me, leaving me screaming inside.

Please hand me a rose,
We'll make a ring and run around in circles,
Then maybe I'll fall dead…

Is it just me? The sky bleeds blue,
Full of loneliness, but I can't stop looking….
I can't stop looking up.

Let's all play dead.

Written by David Wigglesworth & Chris Yeoman