From the depths I called you, ma
For your breath and breast so warm and fabled
Your hands reached inside
Grabbed my heart, enlarged, disabledHailed for your mercy
An ear that caresHow the blues sound from up there?With my wet hair, I wipe the blood off of your feet
Carry me through these shark infested waters
Well you spared me from slaughter for sure,
But these sharks are equally in need of a martyrOh kindess shared
Undeserved purest gift, this life you sparedHow the blues sound from up there?Teeth gnashing, masticating this dumb tongue
Quiet now, quiet now, hear that supplication
Echo into the void
Been received by no oneOh my sweet dear
Cold alone poisoning ourselves
Engulfed in our own tearsSigned, blues from down here.Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away yourTime for your favorite story
Of how to achieve golden glory
Wash yourself all squeaky clean
All in white all Hallow's EveLessen your desire
Hold your breath so patiently
Never inquire how to be free
Just stay on your kneesYou might doubt it
Think there's nothing left for me
To do but stomp my feet
And shout about itFrom the depths I called you.Now I'm waiting for an answer patiently
Stuck here at the bottom of this well
It's not the last you've heard from me
Songwriters
GERARD A SMITH, JALEEL BUNTON, KYP MALONE, DAVID SITEK, BABATUNDE O ADEBIMPEPublished by
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