B
You and your guitar, same chords, all wooden and open
But because of you, the originality plays through those same chords
tricking your true artistic feelings into the new.
Your wrist strumming lazily, the strength of the tone hitting those spinning strings.
Your voice the shoelace to tie the passion through the halls of filtering veins.
But because of you, the originality plays through those same chords
tricking your true artistic feelings into the new.
Your wrist strumming lazily, the strength of the tone hitting those spinning strings.
Your voice the shoelace to tie the passion through the halls of filtering veins.