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 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've 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 received 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 our  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  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