Impossible Blue from Robin Red by Paul Otteson

Let the hands strike away
To another time, to another day
Where she’s the letter carved inside my
Worried mind, faded smile
No evidence, no sharp denial
Your voice it calls the soul and sings

Oh, pull me
Down deep
Til soft blue
Becomes a truly impossible hue

Before my eyes, before my years
The vision of a heart appears
And how it beats beyond its measure
Still in vain, or though I feel
As if it’s pulse was born to heal
From sorrows tale and lady fair

Oh, pull me
Down deep
Til soft blue
Becomes a truly impossible hue

I was before and will again
Be the voice of a broken man
Who lost his dove through no fault but his
Reckless style, budding heart
Many fails from many starts
A tribute to what always could have been and what will never be

Pull me
Down deep
Til soft blue
Becomes a truly impossible hue
Pull me
Down deep
Til soft blue
Becomes a truly
Becomes a truly
Becomes a truly impossible hue

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