And inspiration bites at my heels when I am too close to it And satisfaction sometimes finds me speechless But when the snow-filled ground consumes the color from the sky I see Blue I'm only searching for the words when I feel them Fumble through the wrong ones and stay silent before deciding to keep any Its all thoughts and pencils and silence, but sometimes I see Blue Contentment can consume you but only if you let it And the critics will smother you but only if you give into them So listen to yourself, listen to yourself And color in the spaces for everybody else Certain shades of emotion stand out in my mind And sometimes things are better left undefined But they are biting at my heels Keeping me awake Making me crazy Its restless imagination Pulling me to something Pushing me away Surrounding me in everything and sometimes I see Blue