Guitar playing your Story

Tavola degli accordi #281450

fornita da Krasimir

Testo:

© OKO
Lyric #3120 by bassMonkey

Guitar strings talk to each other sometimes,
Making shifting patterns of complex rhymes,
And pretty soon you realise,
That they're telling your story.

It seems a lot older yet sounds brand new,
Neither sad nor happy or even true,
Just life in the blink of an eye,
With a vision of glory.

You see, heart strings play together sometimes,
Even when we've all forgotten our lines,
Looking to the wings for a prompt,
Hearing only a sad song.

Dark little secrets we lock in our hearts,
Will shake themselves free as the music starts,
But we sail them close to the wind,
And they sink before too long.

You and I though, stick together sometimes,
Still making it tick on nickels and dimes,
Checking out the view from the top,
When the wheel stops turning.

"Onward!" you cry and we never look back,
As something always comes out of the black,
The Hot sparks will leap from the hearth,
If the fire's still burning.