Out of a southern blue I split myself into your last six songs of sorrow that saved me. And tore through love the same way I did. I gave myself up lost. I followed your sweet cry, a sound that slowly died and drown me while angels stepped around the fallen. I held my held up high. The weight was on my side. I can feel you here alone beside me, a fool who waits so long in hiding. We tried to hide all night and split ourselves into the last six songs of sorrow that saved us. And tore through love the same way.