Melancholy song this week, incongruously attached to a travelogue.
Song for a Blue Guitar from be_sides on Vimeo.
When everything we felt fails
Then some music, soft and distant sails
But it don't sound like it did before
Then I know I'm left with nothing more
Then my own soul
When pretty pictures face back
But your coats aren't hanging on the rack
And blue water turns to
A place that I can't get to
A place that I can't
v
In a room all I feel
Is the cold that you left
Through the air all I see
Is your face full of blame
What's left to see?
What's there to see?
In the room all I feel
Is the cold that you left
Through the air all I see
Is your face full of blame
What's left to see?
What's left to see?
What's left to see?
What's left to see?
No comments:
Post a Comment