Blue blades, sharper than knives, beneath my feet
Graze my skin so fine but cuts so deep
I am banishing, I am drifting
You're so hard to find, you are shapeshifting.

Blue blood's running down, it's leaving me.
There's no bird singing now, the sky is empty.
No color in the frost, just like a painting.
A picture of my heart that no one's taking.

Blue bird's body lies and no one mourning.
Nothing in his eyes, his feathers blowing.
The cold air stings and with it comes a warning.
The wind drips through the night and kills the morning.

The earth is still, the chill does not affect me.
The daggered dreams are over, no one wake me.
This heavy sleep will never cease to be.
The earth is still, the chill does not affect me.