Song For a Blue Guitar

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