Blue Light - Ryan Adams

Is it all right?

I can’t remember the day.

We said we would try.

Cause I can’t.

I can’t.

And I run from the accident.

Looking at the book of love.

With broken glasses in between the subway cars.

And is it even worth the hurt?

Nobody reads that much of anything anymore.

Of their own.

They stare at the blue light.

Stare at the blue light.

We stare at the blue light.

I wonder do you cry?

Stare up at the cieling fan.

Sometimes its moving to fast.

And sometimes.

I am.

I am.

These shadows they understand.

Is this still the book of love?

If we’re just texting from the aisles of grocery stores.

We are making it out of salt.

Nobody reads too much of anything anymore.

But they’re all words in their own worlds.

Stare at the blue light

We stare at the blue light

Stare at the blue light

And we cry all night

Stare at the blue light

Stare at the blue light

Stare at the blue light…