Red House Painters Song For A Blue Guitar
when everything we felt failed and some music soft in distant sails but it don't sound like it did before then i know i'm left with nothing more than my own soul when pretty pictues 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 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 there to see what's left to see
