DEAD GUITARS Songtext

As the chance is disappearing And the future is looking tired In my head there's all the contradictions in my hands a mess of splinters, chrome and wire Dead guitars, dead guitars Well I played her like a song But now the song is gone And I sung every one of her praises Oh, she left me on empty phrases On dead guitars, dead guitars Well I see all these new faces And they look to me like a row of trees Of all the friends that have now departed You're still the one that means the most to me Dead guitars, dead guitars Let the silence steal the moment Let it gain the upper hand And I will surrender to that language It's the only one I really understand Take a life in all its glory All its sweetness rare and dear Now I know that all that noise was just a cover You came and went so that we might hear Dead guitars, dead guitars