Blues for Bama - ASG

Scratching out from hell

Dig until you’re tired, tired, tired

Dream a while, dream for miles and miles

Reckless as the wind obeys

Playful as the pain

Come as you were, unwoven and broken

Desperate indeed, dead in the deepest end

Iron will weld but strike while it’s burning

Come lend your grievances, blackout the colors that sting

I believe it’s not for me

Empty coffin I sink, low

The lions could tame us

Or parade our flesh to the backdoors of yesterday’s dream

I need a new eye to build my sky

I need a new eye to build my sky

I believe it’s not for me

Empty coffin I sink low

The lions could tame us

Or parade our flesh to the backdoors of yesterday’s dream

I need a new eye to build my sky

I need a new eye to build my sky

I need a new eye to build my sky

I need a new eye to build my sky