In the still of the night, I hear a hollow serenade,
Echoes of lost dreams, in the shadows they cascade.
With a bourbon drift, I chase the ghost of you,
Every sip a memory, every drop feels so untrue.
The velvet storm is raging, can't silence all your calls,
Through the rusted strings of heartache, I stumble and I fall.
Like a smoky horizon, drowning in the fade,
Your laughter drifts like smoke, in my mind it’s displayed.
I walk the worn-out road, where we used to dance,
In the flicker of the streetlights, I reminisce our chance.
Whiskey-soaked reflections, they linger in the air,
A bittersweet reminder, of a love laid bare.
With each passing moment, the night drags on so slow,
In this hollow serenade, I’ve nowhere left to go.
Time has lost its meaning, like shadows on the wall,
While the velvet storm surrounds me, I can feel it all.
So I raise another glass, to memories long gone,
In the heart of this blues, I still play our song.
Though the rusted strings may falter, each note remains a part,
Of this hollow serenade, echoing in my heart.
And as the dawn is breaking, the night must finally part,
I’ll carry on this journey, with your love in my heart.
Blues
Hollow Serenade, Bourbon Drift, Velvet Storm, Rusted Strings, Smoky Horizon