black blue

Gregory Alan Isakov

I see boxes
Fills up a room
All the things I never told you still glooming
And I try though, I try though
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

The night now, it s as dark as the crows
That call me in the discernment above
Still they won t let me be
Two hearts gone black and blue
Oh they won t let me be closer to you

I miss the taste of you
Red hearts and the dust
Of june
I miss the taste of you, red hearts gone
Black and blue
The only thing you ever do is you sigh and you
Cry, cry