rush of blood

this quiet resignation

in the corners of your eyes

bleek and brutal sadness

nobody could contrive

no ocean deep discussion

could unravel or unwind

there's freedom to your movement

when the music hits its stride

so delicately cadenced

self-evidently right

no cluster of sweet melody

could dampen or outshine

in a rush of blood

i threw it all away

oh lord

what was i thinking of that day

blackbird at your window

singing blue unto the day

by the time you turned to listen

sang and up and flew away

love song of devotion

so ever delicately played

could pretend to replace

in a rush of blood

i threw it all away

oh lord

what was i thinking of that day

lingered long upon my lips

then up and flew away

singing up a blue

blue day

she up and flew away

singing up a blue

blue day