Chris Whitley

Blues For Andre

Chris Whitley


Through magnetic fields 
the golden days go by 
could get reduced to steel 
in your mind's eye 
out along a frozen plane 
our system's wasted away 
all alone with our love 
and a blues for AndræPbr> 
Whenever the ghosts come out 
you don't always take the time 
desires of the modern earth 
are all clearly defined 
you could get laid to rest 
on resurrection day 
I always knew the terms 
she knows the blues for AndræPbr> 
Through eyes denied 
the messages appear 
in a scent that died 
on avenue souvenir 
all along a virgin spring 
our shadows show the way 
while the kisses scream 
a blues for AndräSbr>