Dirty Blue - Wovenhand

This fear is only the beginning

All for the loving hand

Yes I smile and I agree

It is a good night to shiver

A good tongue might make it right

All I’ve said above a whisper

There is a sorrow to be desired

To be sorrow’s desire

There is a sorrow to be desired

To be sorrow’s desire

What they say is true

It is a dirty blue

This color around you

Your curled up warm

In your own little corner of Sodom

Did you agree to believe

This fall has no bottom

There is a sorrow to be desired

To be sorrow’s desire

There is a sorrow to be desired

To be sorrow’s desire

All we move by the book of numbers

I’m held together by string

I hear not the voices of others

The bells of Leuven ring

Fear not the faces of brothers

I’ve come apart it seems

I see not the faces are covered

I’m in your amber ring

Your amber ring