Baby Blue

My heart is sold like an old mistake
your machines have let you down.
Now the colds in the room
blank the fire to settle down

She said, baby blue this is hard for me to do
running chord to weigh you down against this flow.

I'm in the turmoil seek me out
deeming me a sovereign right.
Maybe you'd call on grace
never mind the wall of fault.

She said, baby blue this is hard for me to do
running a chord to weigh you down against this flow.
I said, pick me up where the call is louder now
I'll be trying to sell a piece of time to run.