Blue On Black
by Kenny Wayne Shepherd

Night, falls,
I'm alone
Skin, yeah,
chilled me to the bone
You, turned and you ran,
oh, slipped from the edge of my hand

Blue on black,
tears on a river
Push on a shove,
it don't mean much
Whisper on a scream,
doesn't change a thing
Don't bring you back
Blue on black

Blind, oh,
now I see
truth, lies,
and in between
Wrong,
can't be undone
Slipped,
from the tip of your tongue

Blue on black,
tears on a river
Push on a shove,
it don't mean much
Whisper on a scream,
doesn't change a thing
Don't bring you back
Blue on black

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A book is like a garden carried in the pocket.
~~ Chinese Proverb