Blues With The Blues

Take this lead and hone the sword
March off into the fronds
Cut your way into another dawn, a real one

Take this notion off to war, don't come back for years
Fall down bloody at my door, here
Dear

Take this gauze and hold it to open injury
"My love," well, this was all she wrote -- "Why?"

Tell us of your travels, please
Of courage and Versailles
Tell us we're the best you've seen
Lie

Sail on, assail, sail on, and sell
Sail on, and sell

Stripped of all its grand appointments
Taken by the vine
A kingdom ripped of ornament dies

Take this blade and hold it to light that I recused
Cut the dust, do what you must
"My love, I'll see you soon"

Why run off and why inter, this March
The maker with the muse
No one ever writes the blues with the blues



Credits
Writer(s): Nick Barnes
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