You were a song that I couldn't sing
You were a story I couldn't tell
I've only ever loved myself
But I've loved myself so well
And how defeated I return
(You're nice and blue, yes you're nice and blue)
I missed what I was supposed to learn
('Cause all I was about was missing you)
A life left half behind, though no longer blind I can't yet see
I'm not the boy that I once was, but I'm not the man I'll be
And I've been waiting now, for six years on
(And have only just begun)
For the day you'll hold her in your arms
Oh risen Lord, my precious one
I was once the wine and I was once the wine
I was once the wine and you the wineglass
And I was once alive, I was once alive
I was once alive, when you held me, when you held me
God became the glass and all things left were emptiness
Oh, my little girl, my, my little girl
If you look out and see a trace of dark red
That used to be my face, in the clarity of his
Grace, so now remember me
