Too Rich For My Blood
Patricia Barber
I've got a brain that's black and blue
A waking state that feels like slumber
Can't find guitars that scream like you
A raw desire that pulls me under
This is too rich for my blood
Inside the cold of small success
The chilling glare of younger failure
A stranger turns away the rest
And finds in me a well-worn savior
This is too rich for my blood
A heart that's torn, a sun still shines
A broken man finds strength to labor
A memory that's past it's prime
Will burn my frozen nights forever
This is too rich for my blood
I've got a brain that's black and blue
A waking state that feels like slumber
Can't find guitars that scream like you
A raw desire that pulls me under
This is too rich for my blood
Inside the cold of small success
The chilling glare of younger failure
A stranger turns away the rest
And finds in me a well-worn savior
This is too rich for my blood
A heart that's torn, a sun still shines
A broken man finds strength to labor
A memory that's past it's prime
Will burn my frozen nights forever
This is too rich for my blood