Texty

I've got a brain that's black and blue A waking state that feels like slumber Can't find guitars that scream like you A raw desire that pulls me under This is too rich for my blood Inside the cold of small success The chilling glare of younger failure A stranger turns away the rest And finds in me a well-worn savior This is too rich for my blood A heart that's torn, a sun still shines A broken man finds strength to labor A memory that's past it's prime Will burn my frozen nights forever This is too rich for my blood
Writer(s): Patricia Barber Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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