TV On The Radio - Blues From Down Here

From the depths I called you, ma for your breath and breast so warm and fabled Your hands reached inside grabbed my heart, enlarged, disabled Hailed for your mercy An ear that cares How the blues sound from up there? With my wet hair, I wipe the blood off of your feet Carry me through these shark infested waters Well you spared me from slaughter for sure, but these sharks are equally in need of a martyr Oh kindness shared Undeserved purest gift, this life you spared How the blues sound from up there? Teeth gnashing, masticating this dumb tongue Quiet now, quiet now, hear that supplication echo into the void been recieved by no one Oh my sweet dear Cold alone poisoning ourselves engulfed in our own tears Signed, blues from down here. Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your Time for your favorite story of how to achieve golden glory Wash yourself all squeaky clean all in white all Hallow's Eve Lessen your desire hold your breath so patiently never inquire how to be free Just stay on your knees You might doubt it think there's nothing left for me to do but stomp my feet and shout about it From the depths I called you. Now I'm waiting for an answer patiently Stuck here at the bottom of this well It's not the last you've heard from me