The Matchbook Riff
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[Intro] [Verse] Boston streets are slick and grey Chasing ghosts along the bay Brushed drums on the pavement beat Echoes of our weary feet The Rhodes is humming low and sweet I watch the fog begin to sway [Pre-Chorus] Steam rises from the iron grates Testing all our heavy fates Shadows dance upon the wall Waiting for the rain to fall I still answer to your call Behind these rusted harbor gates [Chorus] Blue notes in the pouring rain Sipping on a ghost of pain Unspoken words we couldn't say Just a napkin tucked away In D minor, we decay Nothing left here to explain [Post-Chorus] Da-ba-da, the sax is weeping Secrets that we're still keeping Softly creeping While the city is sleeping [Verse] The neon flickers 'Open' late I walk inside to meet my fate A crumpled scrap of paper lies Reflecting in my heavy eyes Seven digits, no goodbyes Just the gin to compensate [Pre-Chorus] Windowpanes are clouded white In the middle of the night Saxophone leaks through the door I don't go there anymore Feet are heavy on the floor Searching for a flicker of light [Chorus] Blue notes in the pouring rain Sipping on a ghost of pain Unspoken words we couldn't say Just a napkin tucked away In D minor, we decay Nothing left here to explain [Solo] [Bridge] Upright bass begins to thrum Like a heart that's feeling numb Hollow guitar plays the lead Every chord begins to bleed Knowing what we truly need Is the courage to become Something more than just a memory Fading out in minor key [Chorus] Blue notes in the pouring rain Sipping on a ghost of pain Unspoken words we couldn't say Just a napkin tucked away In D minor, we decay Nothing left here to explain [Post-Chorus] Da-ba-da, the sax is weeping Secrets that we're still keeping Softly creeping While the city is sleeping [Outro]
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