Lyrics Evangelista - The Blue Room

Where will you go
Now that you're alone?
I'll dig a hole,
Bury some bones.
What will you do
When it just burns?
I'll figure something
New to learn.
What will you see
When his face fades
Away? I'll se his things,
I'll see his grave.

Stay inside, my hands aren't fit to pray today.
Willing but unable to come out and play.
This is something pouring through me.
I close my eyes, you come right to me.

Shall I fold you under
And under again
So that you are so tiny
That no one can see?
And it'll be alright for me
To carry you around with me.
Shall I fold you like a dead poem
And stick you in a teacup
With a crack and the broke off handle
That I can't throw away?
But I can't drink either
Cuz it's all busted up
And spilling down.

Spilling down my hands aren't fit to pray today.
Willing but unable to come out and play.
This is something pouring through me.
I close my eyes, you come right to me.