The blue, it falls on fields in May
It runs, it drains, it pours
And light, it seeps on the unknown
This life, it stays unchanged
But she's been calling him
And asking where he's been
Drunk as a mess of sin
The rage grows as she thinks of him
Wait, this pain's starting a fire
Don't wake this rage; you'll burn up a liar
His overcoat was left alone
His desk, left empty again
Useless to think of what could have been
If only she had him
On the line for too damn long
Hasn't slept a wink since dawn
Drunk as a mess of sin
The rage grows as she thinks of him
Wait, this pain's starting a fire
Don't wake this rage; you'll burn up a liar
But she's calling again
And she knows where he's been
What a mess of sin
What a mess of sin
Who knew what a broken heart desired
Our words don't go far
You fool, grabbed ahold and open fired
My sewn wounds torn apart
Who knew what a broken heart desired
Our words don't go far
You fool, grabbed ahold and open fired
My sewn wounds torn apart
Wait, this pain's starting a fire
Don't wake this rage; you'll burn up a liar
Dig down, deeper that the sin that lies beneath the earths soil
Reaching for the corner of your inner turmoil
And burning up a fire for that common oath broken
Look over your shoulder, never knowing how you
Dig down, deeper that the sin that lies beneath the earths soil
Reaching for the corner of your inner turmoil
And burning up a fire for a mess of sin that you never saw coming