Bullet Boy (Vox)

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 (I'm still wounded) From the speed Never leave so free (free) I still stare From the glare (From the glare) Of your last stare (of your last stare) Bruised from another place Everything takes grace And the air's still warm