Phone rings, so what, I don't need to know Who's on, who's on the other side Again it lights up, like a cigarette I'd better stop searching for the fire 'cause the heat is gone Love's for sale Love became a ghost Heartache's on, keep the curtains closed Kind of blue I listened to that all night long How about the truth baby Is it already gone Like a cry in the night A dirty souvenir That kind of blue A slow walk to the refrigerator I don't talk, I don't care what's cool or not Was that a dream when you stood next to me Oh now I wish I could be the joker instead of the saint Love's for sale, she became a ghost Heartache's on, keep the curtains closed Kind of blue I listened to that all night long How about the truth baby Is it already gone Like a cry in the night A dirty souvenir That kind of blue Like a rusty ship, that's hanging slant and low Most of the sailors have gone home I'm gonna sink to the bottom of the sea I don't like that kind of man in me But tonight this man is hanging slant and low ♪ Kind of blue I listened to that all night long How about the truth, baby Is it already gone Like a cry in the night A dirty souvenir That kind of blue That kind of blue