The colour of grace alters ndepending on the lightnreflects my manic statencommotion fades nall details and shadesnleaving black and whitennBlinded by obscuritynears bleed from discolouring silencenbare and disarmed before yountalk to me godntalk to me godnnBeneath my silent skinnI reach for youninto the bluenundress my disbeliefnI follow youninto the bluennThe more it's simplified nthe harder it gets for me to see nI'm straying in the darkngrasping air with a hollow starenplease lead me on my waynnpeel off all the layers one by onentill I see the true heart of my impuritynI'm disarmed before yountalk to me godntalk to me god