Coma blue, coma blue, oh
Coma blue, coma blue, oh
Coma blue, coma blue, oh
Coma blue, coma blue, oh
Wishing you were dead and buried
Cold and blister free maybe
Looking, looking, looking for a loophole in your feelings

Changing seasons. changing troubles
Sing your own song
Coma blue just isn't you
Crying into your obsessions
Holding hands with your possessions
Feeling, feeling
Feelings alien to you

Wipe the salt fresh from your eyes
Wipe the salt fresh from your eyes
Sweating sweeter maybe one day when you fix yourself
Wipe the salt fresh from your eyes
Wipe the salt fresh from your eyes
Sweating sweeter maybe one day

Maybe one day you'll be sweeter than you are just now
Maybe one day you'll be happier and smilier
Maybe one day you will realise you're your everything
Maybe one day you'll forget that you want to die
God speed to your heroes but do not become them now
God speed to your heroes but do not become them now
God speed to your heroes but do not become them now
God speed to your heroes but do not become them now

Wipe the salt fresh from your eyes
Wipe the salt fresh from your eyes
Sweating sweeter maybe one day when you fix yourself
Wipe the salt fresh from your eyes
Wipe the salt fresh from your eyes
Sweating sweeter maybe one day, maybe one day