Gregory Alan Isakov

Black & Blue
I've seen boxesFills up all the things I never told you Still growingAnd I try thoughI try though the talking never seems to do itI miss the taste of youRed hearts and the dust of JuneOh, I miss the taste of youFor the night nowJust dark as the crows who call me And the discernment, aboutStill they won't let me beTwo hearts gone black & blueOh they won't let me beCloser to youI miss the taste of youRed hearts and the dust of JuneOh, I miss the taste of youRed hearts gone black & blueEverything you ever doIs a sigh and a cryA cryCry Aus Songtexte Mania