Angela Taylor, Carlos Rodrigo Gutierrez Salazar
Am, Bm, C, D, Dm, Em, G
Sitting by the window pane, with pen in hand, I write
And I hope you'll understand
Though you're gone, all time will strain, your absence lingers on
And I have some regret
Dear father, this letter's for you
To a soul that I barely knew
Through the silence, echoes of blue
I've heard the stories, seen the photos
Of a life that you once lived
those memories seem to fade. Though our paths rarely crossed, our moments were too
few, I'm reaching out through these lines and echoes of blue, hoping to find some
Some peace of mind in my echoes of blue
Part of me I sing echoes of blue