Café Blue

Winds may blow o'er the icy sea I'll take with me the warmth of thee A taste of honey A taste much sweeter than wine He never came back to his love so fair And so she died dreaming of his kiss His kiss of honey A kiss more bitter than wine I will ret

I've got a brain that's black and blue a waking state that feels like slumber can't find guitars that scream like you a raw desire that pulls me under This is too rich for my blood Inside the cold of small success the chilling glare of younger failur

If today I follow death, go down its trackless wastes, salt my tongue on hardened tears for my precious dear time's waste race along that promised cave in a headlong deadlong haste, Will you have the grace to mourn for me? Will you have the grace to