Burnt Note Blues

(ahhhh-uuuum) The rain keeps hitting the glass

But the silence is what hurts the most

Another day

has gone past

And I'm still sitting here with your ghost

Oh, this house is too cold to breathe

Yeah, the walls are closing in on me

Since you walked away

Nothing is left but the grey

I tried to pour

some more wine

But the bottle just stared back at me

I keep on telling myself I'm fine

But that's a lie

I can't keep,

you see (oh Lord)

I still look at the front door...

waiting for the latch to turn.

But the streetlights just flicker outside.

I guess some lessons...

you have to learn the hard way.

Nothing left but the grey...

(humming

softly)