She sings so easilynShe sings so sweetlynIf you want to hear nThe sound of beautynCome and hear her singnnThe smoke and the dimming lightsnHer tones, ones you can't fightnShe sings of life and lovenSo knowinglynnDon't you hear the lady sing the blues for you?nShe holds the memory of something new for younDon't you hear the lady sing the blues for you?nShe holds the memory of something true for younnShades of melancholynDrape on her like satin robesnLayer upon layer upon layer shednBefore all this we won't (?)nnThe sounds that end the piecenDance upon my tonguen[incomprehensible]nThat's how my song is sung