When the wind through the window
Blows across your pillow
And tells you sleepin' is wrong
If love goes a thirsting
Till you feel like bursting
Then nothing but the blues are brewin'
The blues are brewin'

Oh my
Music needs to be more like this.
I felt what she felt,
years passing don't mean a thing.
Our souls connect in futuristic spirals of
heart beats
and blues
still relevant, still relatable.
Thank you Billie.