The blue of blue

is mostly grey

ain't no silver line

no brighter day

last of the coming up

didn't come my way

looks like i'm down here to stay

down to stay

So kick me, i won't feel a thing

my senses have all been run

and there's nothing left of the used to be

but the weeping that's just begun

that sour taste too late

but now i duck my head

and no cradle rocks this empty bed

if crying's not good for me

then i guess i'm doing wrong

so i sing this crying song

cry along

You packed it in too soon

you lose me but not your nerve

well i guess i know it's what i deserve

crazy to think that i could keep you on reserve

and so the curtain falls

curtain falls