Too Rich For My Blood

[ti:Too Rich For My Blood] [ar:Patricia Barber] [al:Cafe Blue] [offset:0] Too Rich For My Blood - Patricia Barber I've got a brain that's black and blue A waking state that feels like slumber Can't find guitars that scream like you A raw desire that pulls me under This is too rich for my blood Inside the cold of small success The chilling glare of younger failure A stranger turns away the rest And finds in me a well worn savior This is too rich for my blood