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 A heart that's torn, a sun still shines a broken man finds strength to labor a memory that's past it's prime will burn my frozen nights forever This is too rich for my blood