Bullet Boy lyrics

blue... everyday

blue... everyday

blue... everyday

bruised from another place

everyday takes grace

and the air's still warm

from a bullet in the wrong place

you're still moving

ı'm still wounded

from the speed never leave so free (free)

ı still stare from the glare

(from the glare) of the last of my stare

bruised from another place

everything takes grace

and the air's still warm.