The words hang like blues, They shiver through you and we can't stand the truth. Now his hand's kissed you. So this is what you are, Hanging on to the blues, Strung inside a guitar Like the quivering truth. Criminals on your case, Everything haunting you, Dark water, black lace, The depth of the truth. Tears unlike jewels Dull as Norfolk in truth Sinking smoke, so cruel, Your own beautiful blues.