In this smoky haze, where shadows linger low,
I walk these empty streets, with a heart weighed down slow.
Velvet sorrow drapes, like a cloak on my back,
Whispers of the night, in this dusty old track.
The trembling chords echo, through the dusky twilight,
Each note a memory, of a love lost in flight.
Weary footsteps follow, in the silence of despair,
Aching moon above, cast its glow everywhere.
The night holds a secret, in its cool embrace,
I’m searching for the warmth, of a familiar face.
But drifting shadows haunt me, as they dance on the ground,
Every step I take, feels like I’m lost and bound.
The blues clouds my spirit, heavy as the rain,
Every drop that falls, holds a trace of your name.
And though the band keeps playing, playing slow and blue,
I can’t shake this feeling, the night remembers you.
So I keep on moving, through this smoky haze,
Trying to find the light, on these lonely days.
With velvet sorrow trailing, as a reminder of the past,
I’ll carry on this journey, let the moment last.
In the twilight’s whisper, I’ll find my way back home,
Through the aching moonlight, I’ll no longer roam.
For in the quiet shadows, where the heartbeats blend,
I’ll find my peace and solace, and learn to love again.
Blues
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