Tekster: The Good Life. An Acquaintance Strikes A Chord.

He broke his old guitar
He couldn't make it sing
The strings had grown so worn
They made his fingers bleed
Soon after the event
He made an acquaintance
His fingers bled as well
Forming scabs that never healed
Would you play a song for me
Some wilting melody
That drifts of where the sunflowers
To some far away country
Won't you play a song for me
With words that push pins
They stick into my heart
And bleed out resonance

These songs are all asleep
They lay dormant inside me
This vacant recitation
I can't resuscitate them

Won't you play a song for me
Let the words escape your mouth
Scream out what you've lost
In song it will be found

He broke his old guitar
He smashed it on his bed post
Where he used to dream of lovers
Kissing his forehead

Good morning