[Verse 1] Piroska in a blue dress Leaning in the doorway 2 a.m Ashtray full of half truths Coffee gone cold again You said you'd just be passing You’ve been passing here for years Lipstick on my teacups Fingerprints on all my fears
[Chorus] Blues Piroska You paint my kitchen red You leave your earrings in my bedroom But you never share the bed Blues Piroska You laugh and then you cry You say you’re staying till the sunrise Then you beat the sun goodbye
[Verse 2] You dance with your own shadow On these crooked wooden floors Tell me that you love me Then you’re reaching for the door You hum a tune from childhood I can’t place it But it stings Like a letter never opened Like a bird that never sings
[Chorus] Blues Piroska You paint my kitchen red You leave your earrings in my bedroom But you never share the bed Blues Piroska You laugh and then you cry You say you’re staying till the sunrise Then you beat the sun goodbye
[Bridge] Maybe I’m your station Where you change your weary shoes Maybe you’re the season And I’m just yesterday’s news But every time you knock here With that same sad little smile I let you in I lose again And love you for a while (oh, for a while)
[Chorus] Blues Piroska You paint my kitchen red You leave your earrings in my bedroom But you never share the bed Blues Piroska You’re the ache I can’t deny Come and stay till the next lifetime Then still tell me goodbye
Musikstil
Dusty slow-blues trio at 72 BPM, male vocals. Dry, close-mic’d voice over brushed snare, upright bass walking lazy, and a mournful hollow-body guitar. Verses stay intimate and low; chorus swells with bent notes, thicker reverb, and held notes on the turnarounds. Subtle organ pad seeps in on the bridge for warmth, then everything pulls back for a bare vocal-and-guitar last chorus tag., blues