Takes
Lyrics
[verse]
There's a photograph still taped up on my door
The one we took before you weren't mine anymore
I keep the porch light burning through the rain
Half hoping headlights find this street again
[chorus]
Maybe that's the reason why they name this ache in blue
A color for the nights I spend just missing you
It paints the empty chair, it paints the phone that never rings
I guess that's why they call it the blues, this quiet kind of thing
[verse]
Your sister called to say you're doing fine
Living in a house on someone else's line
I told her I was fine too, told a little lie
Then sat here by the window watching traffic pass me by
[chorus]
Maybe that's the reason why they name this ache in blue
A color for the nights I spend just missing you
It paints the empty chair, it paints the phone that never rings
I guess that's why they call it the blues, this quiet kind of thing
[bridge]
No use pretending that the hurt has learned to fade
Some rooms just keep the shape of love that stayed
I'm not asking you to come back through that door
Just wanted you to know I feel it more
[chorus]
Maybe that's the reason why they name this ache in blue
A color for the nights I spend just missing you
It paints the empty chair, it paints the phone that never rings
I guess that's why they call it the blues, this quiet kind of thing
Model notes (creation log)
## Metadata
**Caption:** pop rock, bluesy piano, reflective, mid-tempo, 100 bpm, male vocal
**BPM:** 103
**Duration:** 192.0s
**Key:** A♭ major
**Time Signature:** 4

## Lyrics
[verse]
There's a photograph still taped up on my door
The one we took before you weren't mine anymore
I keep the porch light burning through the rain
Half hoping headlights find this street again

[chorus]
Maybe that's the reason why they name this ache in blue
A color for the nights I spend just missing you
It paints the empty chair, it paints the phone that never rings
I guess that's why they call it the blues, this quiet kind of thing

[verse]
Your sister called to say you're doing fine
Living in a house on someone else's line
I told her I was fine too, told a little lie
Then sat here by the window watching traffic pass me by

[chorus]
Maybe that's the reason why they name this ache in blue
A color for the nights I spend just missing you
It paints the empty chair, it paints the phone that never rings
I guess that's why they call it the blues, this quiet kind of thing

[bridge]
No use pretending that the hurt has learned to fade
Some rooms just keep the shape of love that stayed
I'm not asking you to come back through that door
Just wanted you to know I feel it more

[chorus]
Maybe that's the reason why they name this ache in blue
A color for the nights I spend just missing you
It paints the empty chair, it paints the phone that never rings
I guess that's why they call it the blues, this quiet kind of thing