Borrowed & Blue

Crows sing, early morning Just before sunrise Our night spent with the guilt Until morning light We share a cigarette, burdens and shame Our lungs heavy in bliss Our arms are sore from the weight I may be a sinner Forsaken and damned Selfish with pride for the touch of her hand Our lips speak in secrets Our tongues lie in verse Our hearts slow with the guilt Our love, our only recourse And we share a cigarette, burdens and shame Our lungs heavy in bliss Our arms are sore from the weight I may be a sinner Forsaken and damned Selfish with pride for the touch of her hand And I will hold you close with the ebb and flow Though the tides may turn, we won't And I will hold you tight like an anchor line Through the cruelest seas at night And I will hold you close with the ebb and flow While the tides may turn, we won't And I will hold you tight like an anchor line Through the cruelest seas at night We share a cigarette, burdens and shame Our lungs heavy in bliss Our arms are sore from the weight I may be a sinner Forsaken and damned Selfish and pride for the touch of her hand "Keep me like an old tune, something borrowed and blue Bury me sound asleep beneath the boards in your room. I love you still and true. So watch me move at your will just like the tides for the moon."