-Empty-

 
Slow Blues

The less I have to see is the less I have to feel.
So, kindly if you please, dim your lights on me.
But, even through this foggy mind, I still remember cheer.
Though best if sunny days forgot, if even ever neared.

Come night the blowing desert sands reign these dead end streets.
I turn a collar to the wind but dust-filled eyes still weep.
Another shot of whiskey to stem what lies inside.
And weigh the loss of long ago...if only to survive.

-Chorus-
Too numb to feel the pain
But, still it hurts just the same
So blind was I to smiling eyes
All lost...goodbye

-Repeat Intro-

Empty bottles and emptied friends, laid to barren path.
Gone the way of expectations. My, how God must laugh.
And, in the sweat of dreams, come ghosts finding seams.
Through cracks in floors and opened doors, they haunt my inner being.

Another shot of whiskey to close these forlorn eyes.
I raise the glass to better days and pray the sun to rise.
And the sun does rise, in these bloodshot eyes, as another morning burns.
So, light first smoke and pave the day, then pull the shades in turn.

-Chorus-
One flick left to the candle's light
One stain left on the palette's knife
One shot left of the Devil's rye
One more day of peace denide.

-Lead Guitar to Fadeout-

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