Lletres: Gregory Alan Isakov. Black & Blue.

I've seen boxes
Fills up all the things I never told you
Still growing
And I try though
I try though the talking never seems to do it

I miss the taste of you
Red hearts and the dust of June
Oh, I miss the taste of you

For the night now
Just dark as the crows who call me
And the discernment, about

Still they won't let me be
Two hearts gone black & blue
Oh they won't let me be
Closer to you

I miss the taste of you
Red hearts and the dust of June
Oh, I miss the taste of you
Red hearts gone black & blue

Everything you ever do
Is a sigh and a cry
A cry
Cry