Pain in his fingers, like the guitar could feel his sorrow
Whines.
Like chords strummed out of sequence
Defeat in every stroke.
strum
That kind of note playing in the background
That makes you squint one eye
Because it’s just that…
strum
And when you play your mind is at ease
And when you play the world is appeased
And when you play your thoughts do cease
TakeOver (strum)
The guitar it yells
strum
The guitar it cries
strum
The guitar it spills
strum
Your voice heard through it's sighs.
Desire burns as your fingers try
Your sleeve is pinned, so your heart’s in your mind
and it’s performing that old familiar tune.
Or maybe the instrument is playing you.
strum…
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