Die For This Love

[Verse 1]
That picture on the dresser
Talks louder than the TV
Every frame of your face
Keeps picking this scab in me
Coffee gone cold on the table
Phone cut me off at three
You say I love you too heavy
Like a chain around your feet
[Chorus]
I’d die for this love
You just stare at the floor
I keep bleeding out my heart
You keep counting the doors
If it hurts this much
Why I still crawl back for more?
I’d die for this love
You don’t feel it anymore
[Verse 2]
That steel crying in the corner [steel guitar moan]
Sounds just like my chest
Neighbors bangin’ on the ceiling
Yellin’ man
Give it a rest
But I’m tracing your name in the table dust
Like a fool at closing time
Every drink just makes you clearer
Every sip just bends my mind
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Sax in the stairwell
Echo and ache [saxophone solo]
Piccolo piercing right through my pride
Oboe low
Like the truth in my throat
Saying son
She already said goodbye
[Chorus]

Smoky Chicago electric blues with male vocals, mid-tempo shuffle groove. Dirty overdriven guitar and weeping steel trade licks with a wailing sax; oboe and piccolo add eerie, reedy answers in the gaps. Verses stay hushed and confessional, drums and bass in a tight pocket; chorus swells with bent-note guitar fills, call-and-response backing vocals, and horn stabs. Final chorus hits harder, then falls to a raw, almost-spoken outro., saxophone, chicago blues, blues, electric blues