Dead Guitars Songtext
von Adrian Borland

As my eyes burn with frustration
And my heart is growing tired
In my head are 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
And she left me with all these empty phrases

On dead guitars


Now I see all these new faces
And they look to me like a row of trees
And of all the friends that have now departed
You′re still the one that means the most to me
Let the silence steal the moment
Let it gain the upper hand
And I will surrender to it's language
It′s the only one I really understand

Take a life in all it's glory
All it's sweetness, rare and dear
Now I know that all that noise was just a cover
You came and went so that we might hear