For so long I've sang the blues;
To feel my flesh no longer cold
To live with thy and be thy muse.
Be able to tell someone the good news;
Pulled by thy into a warm hold,
For so long I've sang the blues.
Dreams of being lavished in shoes,
Have our tale in the stones be told
To live with thy and be thy muse.
Staring at the bottom of the booze,
Images of rooms filled with gold.
For so long I've sang the blues.
My wish to never again be refused
For your love to grow eightfold
To live with the and be thy muse.
But there you stand on that cruise
now that my love you sold.
For so long I've sang the blues,
To live with the and be thy muse.
