Song | Black & Blue |
Artist | Gregory Alan Isakov |
Album | That Sea, the Gambler |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
i see boxes… | |
fills up a room, | |
all the things i never told you still glooming. | |
and i try though, i try though. | |
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… | |
the night now, its as dark as the crows, | |
that call me in the discernment above… | |
still they won’t let me be. | |
two hearts gone black and blue. | |
oh they wont let me be…closer to you |
i see boxes | |
fills up a room, | |
all the things i never told you still glooming. | |
and i try though, i try though. | |
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 | |
the night now, its as dark as the crows, | |
that call me in the discernment above | |
still they won' t let me be. | |
two hearts gone black and blue. | |
oh they wont let me be closer to you |
i see boxes | |
fills up a room, | |
all the things i never told you still glooming. | |
and i try though, i try though. | |
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 | |
the night now, its as dark as the crows, | |
that call me in the discernment above | |
still they won' t let me be. | |
two hearts gone black and blue. | |
oh they wont let me be closer to you |