“Blue” is a song about a love that is persisting in the discomfort of the person experiencing the emotion. Ed Sheeran reflects on love lost, and although he wishes his former partner find happiness, he cannot but admit his feelings are still very much there. He expresses the realization that he might never find another on this stringed instrumental by Aaron Dessner.
Take a little dive into the shallow and spy; what do you see?
You see the tortoise and the hare in a rat-race
And it fits like a glove under my sleeve; just wait till then
Their heads are the heaviest in operation
He's still not lost imagination
You can hear him mouth the whole ending; just wait till then
We Marys had ourselves a ball
Oh yes, we did
We Marys had ourselves a ball
I must admit
Hang us those limbs; hold no virtue
Those told to hold: project on my cue
Till we fall
Whether a he or a she, put your mouth where your money is
And are the birds of a feather that clever?
If I knew, I'd keep flocks, that's a given; just wait till then
Their heads cast shadows like skyscrapers
Still small enough to fit up their asses
To put it all into perspective with definition
We Marys had ourselves a ball
Oh yes, we did
We Marys had ourselves a ball
I must admit
Hang us those limbs; hold no virtue
Those told to hold: project on my cue
Oh, take a gander; the bigger they are, the harder they fall
Oh, take a gander; the bigger they are, the harder they fall
Not needy you'll see, not needy
And I close with open arms over trees
Not needy you'll see
Not needy you'll see, not needy
And I close with open arms over trees
Not needy you'll see
Not needy you'll see, not needy
And I close with open arms over trees
Not needy you'll see
Not needy you'll see, not needy
And I close with open arms over trees
Listen to proven guarantees while you're rolling up the sleeves, beatin' on the chest
But we can keep it in a jar when it's comin' cats and dogs for days
And we Marys had ourselves a ball
And I guarantee that what they've done for you they've done for me, they've done for me
Hang us those limbs; hold no virtue
Those told to hold: project on my cue
Hang us those limbs; hold no virtue
Those told to hold: project on my cue
You see the tortoise and the hare in a rat-race
And it fits like a glove under my sleeve; just wait till then
Their heads are the heaviest in operation
He's still not lost imagination
You can hear him mouth the whole ending; just wait till then
We Marys had ourselves a ball
Oh yes, we did
We Marys had ourselves a ball
I must admit
Hang us those limbs; hold no virtue
Those told to hold: project on my cue
Till we fall
Whether a he or a she, put your mouth where your money is
And are the birds of a feather that clever?
If I knew, I'd keep flocks, that's a given; just wait till then
Their heads cast shadows like skyscrapers
Still small enough to fit up their asses
To put it all into perspective with definition
We Marys had ourselves a ball
Oh yes, we did
We Marys had ourselves a ball
I must admit
Hang us those limbs; hold no virtue
Those told to hold: project on my cue
Oh, take a gander; the bigger they are, the harder they fall
Oh, take a gander; the bigger they are, the harder they fall
Not needy you'll see, not needy
And I close with open arms over trees
Not needy you'll see
Not needy you'll see, not needy
And I close with open arms over trees
Not needy you'll see
Not needy you'll see, not needy
And I close with open arms over trees
Not needy you'll see
Not needy you'll see, not needy
And I close with open arms over trees
Listen to proven guarantees while you're rolling up the sleeves, beatin' on the chest
But we can keep it in a jar when it's comin' cats and dogs for days
And we Marys had ourselves a ball
And I guarantee that what they've done for you they've done for me, they've done for me
Hang us those limbs; hold no virtue
Those told to hold: project on my cue
Hang us those limbs; hold no virtue
Those told to hold: project on my cue
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it really sounds like in some parts he records each word individually and then puts them together without editing them