Jazz ought never run away, but sometimes the music goes quiet. Do you ever wonder where it went? I spend my days chasing it, and my nights lamenting its seeming disappearance. I just wish I could catch those notes again. I just wish I could follow the music like I used to. A silent night is coming. Will you stay warm?

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Sometimes I wonder
What’s left to discover
It’s in the ethereal nature, but I’m cravin’
A love too entertainin’

Tell my other
I’m not a sucker
I’m a paranoid too antsy
And a heart like mine, it can’t see what’s true
Please come true

If double-vision’s teary-eyed
My future’s twice personified
Why?
Do I keep illudin’
I can’t let you in
Run away