Song for a Blue Guitar

When everything we felt fails

Then some music, soft and distant sails

But it don't sound like it did before

Then I know I'm left with nothing more

Then my own soulWhen pretty pictures face back

But your coats aren't hanging on the rack

And blue water turns to

A place that I can't get to

A place that I can'tIn a room all I feel

Is the cold that you leftThrough the air all I see

Is your face full of blameWhat's left to see?

What's there to see?In the room all I feel

Is the cold that you leftThrough the air all I see

Is your face full of blameWhat's left to see?

What's left to see?

What's left to see?

What's left to see?