out of the ruins   blood grown heavy from his past   his wings stripped by thunder   but those storms keep coming back   singing birds in sickness   sing the same blues songs   when they fell out of the emptiness   they must have brought along   space's loneliness   space's loneliness   gotten so good at hiding it   even he does not admit it   that glittering flash in his eyes   makes it look like he might be alright   if the blues are you hunter   then you will come face to face   with that darkness and desolation   and the endless depression   but you are not helpless   and you are not helpless   try to beat it   try to beat it   and live through space's loneliness   and live through space's loneliness   you are not helpless   you are not helpless   i'll help you to try to beat it