Tell me, do you feel the glow of your own reflection?
Chasing shadows, moving slow - is that your intention?
Did you know that hand you hold is only an illusion?
Spin your sorrow into gold, there you’ll find protection
Oh my blue, I've been missing you
Sometimes our wishes, no, they don’t come true
But oh, missing you is truer than blue
Forty days and forty nights
Tryin' to sew these wounds up tight
I hold my breath and close my eyes
And wait until this raging river dries
Oh my blue, I've been missing you
Sometimes our wishes, no, they don’t come true
But oh, missing you is truer than blue
It’s truer than blue