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
