J'ai le blues de toi

A taste of alcohol tears my skin
All my boats carry your flag
You burned my paper planes
On my journal, you're on the cover
The flowers of evil suffocate my heart
I write your name on January nights

I've got the blues for you
For your tender silences and your voice
Yes, I've got the blues for you
Without whom I struggle to be myself
I wanted to make my heaven in your hell
Simply crazy, I believe
The blues for you
Our memories explode in my head
Our future is an old gadget
An adventure you've forgotten
And your violins of melancholy
Give me a long solo of madness
You're everywhere on my calendar

I've got the blues for you
For your tender silences and your voice
Yes, I've got the blues for you
Without whom I struggle to be myself
A taste of alcohol tears my skin
All my boats carry your flag
You burned my paper planes