Nice and Blue

You were a song that I could sing

you were a story I could tell

I've only ever loved myself

But I've loved myself so well.

And how defeated I return!

(you're nice and blue yes you're nice and blue)

I missed what I was supposed to learn

as all i learned about was missing you.

A life left half behind, though no longer

blind I can't yet see. I'm not the boy that

I once was, but I'm not the man I'll be.

And I've been waiting now, for six years on

(and have only just begun)

For the day you'll hold her in your arms,

oh risen Lord, my precious one.

I was once the wine, and you the wineglass.

I was once alive, when you held me.

God became the glass

And all things left were emptiness

Oh, my little girl, if you look out

And see a trace of dark red that used

To be my face, in the clarity of his

grace: remember me