Blues to Black-Owen

[ti:Blues to Black] [ar:Owen] [al:L'Ami du Peuple] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Blues to Black - Owen [00:36.84]The colors tend to fade [00:38.20] [00:42.34]Blues to black reds to grey [00:45.81] [00:48.58]I can see them with my eyes closed [00:50.49] [00:53.16]Light refracted like it once was [00:54.78] [00:59.15]In a room with more mirrors than books [01:02.79] [01:06.45]Your prose needs editing but your poses are well rehearsed [01:14.12] [01:40.38]Concessions that I make [01:41.87] [01:45.48]I'm not looking to be deified [01:46.85] [01:48.61]I ain't no saint [01:49.75] [01:52.14]It's you I see with my eyes closed [01:53.98] [01:56.53]Unfinished fiction that my mind wrote [01:58.29] [02:02.95]In a room on the floor in the mirror [02:07.75] [02:11.41]I watch myself move as if you were here [02:18.60] [02:32.95]The cool side of the pillow on the wrong side of the ocean [02:44.51] [03:12.83]Fearless flies in my mouth [03:14.54] [03:19.57]Dead moths in the sheets [03:21.21] [03:23.68]Lie so still like paralytic [03:25.38] [03:34.56]Tonight I'll sleep in the gutter [03:36.51] [03:38.11]Tomorrow I won't remember [03:39.89] [03:41.65]By the time I'm home this nightmare will be only a dream