Song For A Blue Guitar

When everything we felt fails Then some music, soft and distant sails But it don't sound like it did before Then I know I'm left with nothing more Then my own soul When pretty pictures face back But your coats aren't hanging on the rack And blue water turns to A place that I can't get to A place that I can't In a room all I feel Is the cold that you left Through the air all I see Is your face full of blame What's left to see? What's there to see? In the room all I feel Is the cold that you left Through the air all I see Is your face full of blame What's left to see? What's left to see? What's left to see? What's left to see?