The Colored Night Blind Pilot

I was in between
I was an offering
I was a burning branch
Close to feeling tall
Almost a free fall
I was made of chance

And when the colors bleed
Mix up my memories
When I write it new
I'll just be a sound you heard
I'll be a foreign word
That's meaning your type of blue
And I'll leave that here with you

Oh, our lines will blur
But you've got a face like no other
I'll keep it where I see things right
Oh, a darkness comes
But you've got a way like no other one
I'll keep it where my black keeps light

Make me a mirror of
All that I cannot love
Let me hold the cast
Of my favorite years
The truth how they gave me here
And let that be last
Let that be my last