In the stillness of the night, when the shadows play,
I can hear those hollow tones callin' my name,
Underneath the midnight haze, where dreams go to stray,
They whisper velvet sorrow, wrapped in soft shame.
Lost in smoky dusk, where my heart used to sing,
There's a fleeting hum that dances with the breeze,
Those wandering strings of mine lost their golden ring,
In a world of somber rhythm, I fall to my knees.
Oh, the blue of my blues bleeds through the cracks,
Each note a ghost that lingers, just out of reach,
With every step I'm takin', the memories attack,
Like echoes in the night, they never cease to preach.
In the corners of my mind, where the shadows grow tall,
I chase that fading light, but it slips right away,
The velvet sorrow lingers, a haunting curtain call,
In a smoky dusk of twilight, where dreams fall astray.
So I pick up my guitar, let the strings play their part,
The hollow tones will carry me, through the night's cruel game,
In the beauty of the darkness, I mend my aching heart,
As I find my way back home, feelin' less of the same.
Now the midnight haze is fading, like a whisper in the night,
And the velvet sorrow lifts, in the warm morning light,
Though the fleeting hum may linger, and the wandering strings may roam,
I've found a kind of solace, and I'm finally coming home.
Blues
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