Bullet Boy

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 the last stare

Bruised from another place
Everything
Takes grace
And the air's still warm

Massive Attack