No more blues for einstein

And so tonight, I'll sing to you

Until your eyes grow dull and tired,

Until they hunger for the sights that sip from the eyes that wish for nothing but you,

For reasons unknown, I miss you without knowing how or why,

I miss you without knowing you,

I don't know the first thing about millionaire lodges, I couldn't begin to tell you anything in french,

But tonight I'll sing to you until your heart forgets all the pain your eyes try to forget,