Bruise के बोल

I use to see a million colors And now the only one I see is used And I would sing in rising chambers But then I followed jealous words from you So now, Shivered nights wake sleeping heartaches There will be a bruised love Little lives need greater mercies Let there be a bruise Here comes the storming And there goes all But little fires burn beneath the sea When I woke up A bird in morning I flew above my bed then drowned Oh God, Who am I But a lily in a field Across the night Stars sing of you