You have left early morning, a short time after six.
You have left early morning, just a short time after six.
You dressed up in silence, checking time in the dark.
You scribbled “I’m sorry” on a cigarette pack.
On the pillow I found a long strand of your hair.
On the pillow I found a long strand of your blond colored hair.
And it must be subliminal (Let’s ask Bassist what’s next):
Wrapping strands on my finger, I’ve tried guessing the name,
But the answer came “X”.
Someone’s life is boogie-woogie, but for some it’s a mess.
Someone’s life is boogie-woogie, but for me it’s a terrible mess:
The unfinished beer bottle, the diminishing dream,
The surviving mosquito, hits that came unforeseen.
I was searching for you inside out, I thought I’ll go nuts;
I couldn’t find you anywhere in sight and I thought I’ve gone nuts.
Oh, my strings and my guitar: in perfection you fuse.
When Love's being tossed, it’s a cradle of blues.
You have left early morning, when I was asleep.
You have left early morning, when I was asleep.
My eternal crossroads: you might win, you might lose.
When Love is departing, nothing left but the blues.
When Love is departing, nothing left but the blues.