As we turn the light
We'll try and breath new life into a movement
That became so static in your wake, but still
We'll hold onto those things that made us
Blue and realise why static held what it did for you

As we turn the light we'll try and lead this life into a
Freedom that became so clear in your wake, and still
We'll hold onto these things that made us
Blue and realise why static held what it did for you

Do you think we're dying to be you and
Hang ourselves with the rope you led us to?