Black and Blue

He got lost in the glow of the summer Sitting on a riverbank taking on water Heard her name in the rolling thunder Looked her in the eyes in wonder And wondered why, oh why He let himself fall a little bit faster when he was young Into the open arms of just about anyone He let himself fall a little bit harder Til black and blue he hung the moon And carried on Under the arms of the ancient oak tree Talking with the ghosts of a hundred and one forgotten loves He turned his back and headed for the sea But he took one step and stumbled And wondered why, oh why He let himself fall a little bit faster when he was young Into the open arms of just about anyone He let himself fall a little bit harder Til black and blue he hung the moon And carried on His heart races A river in the pouring rain Sinking under an unfamiliar face He dives deep To find a little piece of somebody he used to be Somebody he used to be Somebody he used to be He let himself fall a little bit faster when he was young Into the open arms of just about anyone He let himself fall a little bit harder Til black and blue he hung the moon And carried on