Gregory Alan Isakov Black & Blue
I've seen boxes Fills up all the things I never told you Still growing And I try though I try though the talking never seems to do it
I miss the taste of you Red hearts and the dust of June Oh, I miss the taste of you
For the night now Just dark as the crows who call me And the discernment, about
Still they won't let me be Two hearts gone black & blue Oh they won't let me be Closer to you
I miss the taste of you Red hearts and the dust of June Oh, I miss the taste of you Red hearts gone black & blue
Everything you ever do Is a sigh and a cry A cry Cry
