song for a blue guitar - red house painters

when everything we felt failed
and some music soft in distant sails
but it don't sound like it did before
then i know i'm left with nothing more
than my own soul
when pretty pictues 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't

in a room all i feel
is the cold that you left
through the air all i see
is your face full of blame
what's left to see
what's there to see

in the room all i feel
is the cold that you left
through the air all i see
is your face full of blame
what's left to see
what's there to see

what's left to see

são centenas as músicas da banda sonora da minha vida. esta é, certamente, uma das que "passa" mais vezes e desconfio que daqui a uns 20 anos ainda seja uma das mais recorrentes...