Blue Chicago Moon

Out of the ruins
Blood grown heavy from his past
His wings stripped by thunder
But those storms keep coming back

Singing birds in sickness
Sing the same blues songs
When they fell out of the emptiness
They must have brought along

Space's loneliness
Space's loneliness

He's gotten so good at hiding it
Even he does not admit it
That glittering flash in his eyes
Makes it look like he might be alright

But if the blues are your hunter
You will come face to face
That darkness and desolation
And the endless, endless, endless, endless
Endless, endless depression

But you are not helpless
You are not helpless
Try to beat it
Try to beat it

And live through space's loneliness
And live through space's loneliness
You are not helpless
You are not helpless

I'll help you to try, try to beat it
I'll help you try, try, try to beat it
I'll help you try, try to beat it
I'll help you try, try to beat it