The word's here. It's coming in pure digital.
White brilliant light, long white fingers touch my face.
Clarity's lost.
There's no erasing me.
The blue bird's still chasing me,
horrifically beautiful.
An acrid wish. Things won't ever be the same.
White brilliant light 'til the stars sputter out.
Don't tarry.
There's no erasing me.
The blue bird's still chasing me,
horrifically beautiful.
It's the blue...it's the blue...it's the blue...